The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 901 - 359: Heartbroken Witch_2

And that grey pillar symbolizing authority, like an ephemeral blooming flower, completely vanished into the void.

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Ghost Lamp Abyss, Without-Sun City.

The Clan Protection Formation had been over-frequency activated for a while, with no fewer than forty Supreme Saint-level Guardian Saint Spirits stationed at the heaven-reaching stone pillars, taking turns to replenish the formation with energy.

However, the Five-Colored Divine Palace pressing over the city’s skies shimmered with Runes, with halos interweaving, continually casting down rainbow beams, focusing intensively on a single point.

"Pu—! Pu pu pu!!"

The sound of corrosion was unceasing; within a short time, surely one or even several Guardian Saint Spirits spat blood, tumbled down from the pillars, and disgracefully collapsed on the ground.

Whenever this occurred, a corresponding number of Guardian Saint Spirits would immediately climb up the pillars, assuming their positions to maintain the full force of the formation’s operation.

"It’s no good...this is just quenching thirst by gazing at plums, a mere consolation, incapable of breaking the standoff!"

"Where is the Clan Leader of the Ye Clan? If he doesn’t use the treasure that can threaten the Jester Emperor now, by the time the formation breaks, it will be too late to say anything!"

Outside the city, on the central altar, a demoness with serpent-like hair was shouting loudly, her panic and fear unconcealable.

She was desperately searching for the strongest person within view, but those strong individuals either ignored her or gave her a cold glare, indifferent and unconcerned.

"Silence!"

Finally, the shrieking of the serpent-haired demoness caught the attention of Mr. Ye.

A person spoke faintly, and at that moment, the demoness’s mouth was sewn shut with a rust-covered Golden Needle, preventing her from making any further sound.

"Fear will only bring you closer to death."

"The more critical the moment, the more you must learn to stay calm."

In front of the altar, rows of figures in black robes sat on the ground, all dressed in the unified family attire, without exception.

If one were to observe carefully, it wouldn’t be difficult to discover that those who were qualified to sit on the last row were also the great Elders who usually kept a low profile.

The closer to the front, their faces were not necessarily aged, but the faint aura they emitted was inevitably strong and terrifying.

In the first row, Ye Shu, contracted with "Wife Fish," and Ye Qianmo, contracted with the "Heaven-Shaking Artillery Cart," had only the privilege of sitting at the edge.

Ye Tianming and Night Roufeng, both with Supreme Sacred Great Achievement contracted Fond Spirits, could only slightly approach the central axis, still some distance from the main seat.

"Ye Ying, the Clan Protection Formation is on the verge of shattering; prepare to execute the next plan."

A white-haired elder sighed deeply, his myriad emotions plucking at the heartstrings of the onlookers, causing them to subconsciously tense up, not daring to be distracted for a moment.

He was known as "Ye Xuanren." Until today, he still had a tablet set up as if he were dead in the family genealogies.

Unexpectedly, he was still alive, having crawled out from his decaying grave, taking a place on one of the five main seats at the front, unchallenged by any creature.

"Ready at any time."

Ye Ying, holding a bow case, was sitting right in the center of the five seats, with eyes closed, quietly responding.

"Asura Broken Bow, though soulless, if employed at the right moment, can display two to three-tenths of the majestic archer’s power."

"Bone King’s Remains, descending from a pseudo-god of the Nether realm slain by an Asura King, the bone structure slightly flawed, has been earnestly consecrated for tens of thousands of years, can also reproduce pseudo-god-level combat power for a certain period."

"Divine Blood Cannon, another exceptional item left by our ancestors, it’s a pity that our clan’s reservoir of Divine Blood gets greatly depleted in each epoch, with the current reserves, we can only fire it three or five times at most..."

Ye Xuanren counted on his fingers as he muttered, then sighed again at the end:

"Troublesome, quite troublesome."

"We could manage one or two False Gods, but the Jester Emperor is too difficult to handle, he is not giving us any chance..."

"Then let’s kill him."

An elder without a head, a Headless Elder, spoke from his belly.

As the sharp intent to kill had just emerged, Ye Ying opened her eyes to glance at him, the Headless Elder fell silent, again becoming as mute as wood.

"Ye Ni, the command from the Clan Leader is—delay."

"The Clan Protection Formation will hold as long as it can, and when it shatters, our blood and flesh will naturally serve as the second barrier."

"Qiangwei, how is the task you’re to handle progressing?"

Ye Ying, with her detached tone, immediately looked toward another female sitting among the main seats, aside from herself.

That was an elder woman with black hair; though her locks still retained a shiny luster, her eyes clouded over, were the most severe among the five present.

"The Ghost Monk Lineage has betrayed the Ye Clan. The signs were there many years ago, but the Clan Leader asked us not to rush and pretend not to know."

"With the spatial coordinates they provided, the Jester Emperor’s forces likely also used some artifacts to seal off transmissions from this location, rendering us unable to leave Without-Sun City."

"Luckily, we’ve long prepared for the worst. The sequential Elders, Ye One through Ye Nine, have been sending young clanspeople out of the Ghost Lamp Abyss over the past decades, dispersing them across All Heavens, preserving the seed of our clan in different forms, thus we have no concerns for what comes after this battle."

"Hmm, that’s good."

Ye Ying nodded, her furrowed brows relaxing, slowly closing her eyes.

The next moment, she abruptly opened them again.

The Jester Emperor in the firmament suddenly sat up, pointed out, and two rainbow rays pierced through the Clan Protection Formation, creating two distinctly prominent breaches in the semi-translucent barrier.

"Pu!!!"

The Bear-Man Horse, Plastic Bimeng, Tiger Commander, Water Crab General... as if struck by an unexpected guillotine from above, had their fiery lives extinguished in one instant, heads severed from bodies, limbs broken, dying in an extraordinarily gruesome manner.

"Who would have thought the mighty Ye Clan would also have a day of being coward turtles."

"I, the Emperor, am getting rather bored, how about we spice things up with some interesting entertainment to enhance the mood."