The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1281 - 487: Four-winged Pink-winged Fly Demon Emperor

"Boom!!"

The Ten-winged Divine Hammer Angel, who had fainted in GuaGua’s arms, suddenly stirred.

Her mouth opened, releasing a rainbow-like chain that instantaneously pierced through the headless torso of the Miemeng Divine Bird.

Then, once again, a chilling aura swept across heaven and earth.

Ling Yao, Ling Shuo, Beauty Jiao, the Sixteen-Star Ladybug King, the Seven Sword Praying Mantis...

The ninth rank Saint, the Supreme Holy Completion Holy King, beyond the reach of mere mortal sight.

Yet their perceptiveness is there, faintly discerning, the divine power boiling over on the chaotic battlefield.

"An almost complete godly corpse... if one could swallow a drop of its blood pearl, it would indeed be an unparalleled blessing..."

"Wishing to host a ’Divine Corpse Auction’ in the Solar Abyss?"

"There’s no need to flaunt across All Heavens, just mobilizing the divine clan forces present here could summon treasures beyond mortal imagination."

"If we could trade for even a feather or claw of the Miemeng Divine Bird, you could gain vast treasures to bestow upon descendants or friends, and we could procure the desired divine corpse materials for emergency needs..."

The protectors of the Pepper Sea, the Sixteen-Star Ladybug King of the Giant Kun Valley, eagerly inquired.

"There’s no need. I’ve promised the Angel God the essence of this divine corpse, and most of it will be gifted to Him."

"Ah... so the biggest winner in the end also includes the Angel God?"

The hopeful divine clansmen immediately showed disappointed expressions.

Since the Angel God would get it, they had no chance to contend further, and all their subtle intentions had to be abandoned.

"Ah, as fellow Heavenly Gods, only by surrendering the Miemeng Divine Bird’s corpse to the Angel God can it be utilized to its greatest extent."

"To witness such a grand event, to truly feel the majesty and strength of the Hanba God, we are already fully satisfied. How could we ask for more?"

The Seven Sword Praying Mantis, whose eyes were tightly shut, had just finished speaking when its expression drastically changed. It suddenly waved its dagger wildly into the void, its bulging eyes filled with intense wariness:

"Who? Who is spying on us?"

"With both Crown Rank and True Gods present, who dares to cause trouble?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

The Sixteen-Star Ladybug King, as if facing a great enemy, flapped its insect wings, ready to dodge or flee at any moment.

This presence was too eerie, appearing out of nowhere, more intriguing than a shadow, making the insect feel increasingly uneasy.

"Thump!"

Three giant bird corpses suddenly fell from above, striking the ground, creating three conspicuous craters.

The beings present took a closer look, those of lower rank were immediately petrified, while those who had reached the Holy King rank were also quite startled.

The Miemeng juvenile birds...

These were clearly the Contracted Fond Spirits of the departed Miemeng Clan members, all at the level of Supreme Holy Completion, their formidable strength left a deep impression on the guests.

They had all perished, not one spared.

Their scattered and broken bodies seemed to have suffered cruel torture before death.

How was this done? Miemeng Ku and Miemeng Qin were manageable, but Miemeng Feng was an SS-ranked ’Son of Heaven’. He and the Miemeng juvenile birds, when combined, had a chance to slay even a Half-Step Deity, how could they die so swiftly and mysteriously?

"Thump!"

A rain of heads began to fall from the sky, Miemeng Feng, Miemeng Ku, Miemeng Qin, Miemeng Xu... the heads of the Miemeng Clan, their eyes still wide open, continuously amassed into a small hill.

Ye Hanjun tipped his head back, his eyes tranquil yet penetrative, watching the void in the distance.

Fifty thousand meters... no, more like eighty thousand meters!

Space there rippled like tidal waves, surging intensely.

Indistinctly, there lurked four beings in total, each facing one of the four directions, each possessing a unique and formidable aura, definitely not mere common beasts from the countryside.

"Fly Moon, the things are now in our hands, why stir up more trouble?"

"That’s what I’m saying. Qingrong came here resigned to death, serving alongside us. After it’s over, we just offer her soul deliverance, there’s no need to come here to mourn or rescue, right?"

"Besides, although Xuxuan’s methods are potent, he’s not absolutely safe. If you meddle, beware that we might all gang up on you!"

Two voices spoke, one deep and calm, the other cheerful and casual.

Following was the third voice, brimming with a familiar ease that brightened both GuaGua and Ye Hanjun:

"Damn it, the Miemeng Divine Bird is dead, an event outside our worst expectations; aren’t you guys curious?"

"No, we don’t care about its life or death."

The cheerful voice came again:

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

"We are the oriole, and so are They; why rush against each other?"

"Whether a Heavenly God lives or dies has nothing to do with us. Anyway, after the old Heavenly Gods are freed, They will fight again, and the ownership of the Heavenly Realm will eventually be settled."

"Right now, we just need to concentrate on one thing. Once we complete the greatest ever summoning, our Flash Alliance will rise to the top of All Heavens. What Giant Kun Valley, what Gold God Mountain, will we be afraid of Them?"

"Hmph!"

In a voice full of unrestrained confidence:

"You all sensed it too. A peer from the Totem Tomb is right here on this battlefield."

"Guests involved in this Heavenly Gods Banquet are more diverse than we imagined."

"But don’t worry, I’ve found something interesting. This is exactly why I stopped you; we need to take a look around here."

Whoosh—A dark green aurora, dragging the deadliest colors of the nine-day Milky Way, swooped down.

In an instant, a being hovered in front of Ye Hanjun, its superior gaze firmly fixed on GuaGua, who was in his muscular rabbit form.