The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 890 - 355: Fury of Chonglong, Destruction All Around_3

The newcomer was none other than Wu Guangqing, who appeared unscathed, albeit her Witch’s Skirt was slightly disheveled.

"Break!"

She parted her lips slightly, raised her scepter, and a milky-white holy sphere wrapped in lightning shot straight forward.

In an instant, like snowflakes melting under the fierce sun, the Armor City shattered, the mud chariots disintegrated, Goose Immortal and the Meteorite Giant reverted to their original forms and slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Dragon God of the Abyssal Chasm? What grandeur."

"Entering the Abyss of the Red Dust by oneself only to end in utter destruction."

"You’re just a pitiable dragon that couldn’t achieve divine status; all brawn and no brain. If even someone like you could become enlightened, who knows how chaotic the world would be."

With eyebrows like distant mountains, Wu Guangqing spoke with unquestionable pride.

Her clansman, Witch Guangzhi was overjoyed, his iron-blue complexion brightening in an instant from gloom to elation.

Witch Yundie and Witch Cloud Hua, two grand witches of the Cloud Witch Clan, also seemed to find their backbone and let out a long-held sigh of relief.

"Only the beings suffering in the present reminisce about the past because they are troubled by the current state yet lack the power or opportunity to reverse it."

"Dragon Ao Tian, in your lifetime, you were indeed among the strongest in all heavens and ten thousand races, peerless and unparalleled."

"But now that you have fallen, and the Ye Clan is about to reach the end of the road, why lash out in anger here?"

"Hahahaha——Hahahaha——"

Dragon Ao Tian’s laugh echoed as if using the heavens as a drum and the wind as a mallet, like thousands of soldiers battling each other:

"When I was alive, I never heard of any Light Witch God!"

"This is my last breath, and I couldn’t care less about the Ye Clan’s situation, be it continued splendor, decay, or resurgence... That’s none of my damn business! I’m already dead, I can’t interfere! Nor do I want to!"

"But I am furious now. The empire that I and Ye Shura built has been inherited to this day, only to be oppressed by little girls like you; it is a great shame!"

Dragon Ao Tian roared towards the sky, the soundwaves visibly shattering the higher clouds, leaving the space between heaven and earth bright and clear, with a panoramic view for thousands of miles.

"I want to see, after 110,000 years, if you, this Light Witch Goddess, are worthy of taking my move!"

"Roar!!!!!"

Dragon Ao Tian made a grasping motion as if holding the invisible chains of fate in the void.

It whipped its tail with a loud "snap", as if striking the souls of living beings, causing blood to flow backward and spirit bodies nearing disintegration.

"Swish swish swish swish swish!!!"

Like dragging a string of inseparable afterimages, before even a blink of an eye, Dragon Ao Tian charged from high above to the lower grounds. Its terrifying speed was too fast for even the Holy Spirit to capture.

It wasn’t just fast; it was a half-step deity among wild beasts.

The ten-thousand-meter-long dragon, like a divine pillar smashing down, struck with such might that the winds and clouds changed color in an instant.

Wu Guangqing fell silent, focusing all her attention and infusing as much of the Light Element into her right-hand scepter as she could.

The Twelve-Winged Holy Angel behind her suddenly opened its eyes, reflecting golden suns in its pale white pupils.

The Holy Light flickered for a moment, and under the dazzling patches of light, the entire Blood Witch Ancestral Land was illuminated spotlessly.

"Whirr—"

Like a blooming flower folding back into a bud,

the twelve pure white wings folded inward, eventually transforming into a crystalline white flower bud, barricading the inevitable path of the assaulting dragon.

Behind the flower bud, the Halo of Light layered upon itself, the fervent breath of life and the boiling life magnetism, were as if in a land of bitter cold and extreme ice, where suddenly an overwhelming flood of magma burst forth, the cold was no more, and the revival of life commenced, signaling the imminent manifestation of a natural miracle surpassing any that had come before.

"Choosing to defend... how foolish."

"This move, whether in defense or attack, cannot be stopped."

"The only way is to flee, but even for the San Zhou Ghost Monk, who has mastered a portion of the Space Law, facing this strike, the very moment of escape, space itself would be shattered..."

Bertnar persisted until the last moment, choosing to witness with his own eyes.

On his tranquil face emerged, without reason, a touch of pity, silently mocking a pitiful Witch unaware of her plight.

With a thunderous explosion, fireworks blossomed within the soul, layer upon layer, endlessly.

The flawlessly closed bud shattered upon impact, and all the creatures sheltered within spewed blood profusely.

Dragon Ao Tian’s rage—what does it mean to assault the heavens? What is the wrath of a dragon?

It’s to envelop everything in a rage that turns all to ashes—shatter mountains when encountering them, collapses seas when met, obliterating all in its path, and not even an insignificant blade of grass or a harmless droplet of dew could escape unscathed from this strike.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

The Halo of Light shattered completely, and when one looked again, a ravine a million feet deep appeared on the distant horizon.

Dragon Ao Tian had vanished, Ye Hanjun could no longer sense its presence, nor could he hear its brash swearing anymore.

At the point of impact, Witch Guangzhi and Witch Cloud Hua seemed to evaporate from the world completely, dead beyond doubt, leaving not a single trace behind.

Wu Guangqing seemed to have died as well; she was the primary recipient of the strike. Unable to withstand it, the backlash from her skills and the explosive injuries would make it difficult for someone of the Guangwu Clan to end well.

But surprisingly, as a light blue mist drifted away, Witch Yundie, with half her body nearly severed and her form becoming infinitely ethereal, stood as the sole survivor under the watchful eyes of the world.

She limped, bent at the waist, her beautiful face dripping with blood, her miserable and desolate state eliciting sighs of pity.

Yet, Ye Hanjun, Ye Liuying, and even Bertnar, along with the surviving Blood Witch Goddess, felt their hearts skip a beat, sensing something ominously amiss.

"Good... very good..."

"Forcing me to break the seal... Even so... I almost perished..."

Witch Yundie was coughing up blood, unable to stop the flow. Her pure and pristine Witch’s Robe was entirely dyed a deep blue.

After coughing more than a dozen times, she barely regained a trace of consciousness in her cloudy eyes, but then she staggered again, falling backward, too weak even to stand.

However, Ye Hanjun and the others’ vigilance intensified.

Not only had Witch Yundie not died, but her aura was rapidly climbing.

A trait similar to that of Wu Guangqing at her peak was beginning to take shape within her.

She was a Supreme Holy Completion—but she was not purely Supreme Holy Completion!

Had she, from the beginning to the end, tread the boundary of a False God like Wu Guangqing, longingly gazing at the Divinity of the Witch lineage?