The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 888 - 355: Longyi’s Fury, Destruction Everywhere

"Is the sky collapsing? An earthquake? What’s happened now?"

"Could there still be hidden Guardian Saint Spirits in the Blood Witch Ancestral Land? Biding their time until now, finally ready to make their move?"

Because the Imperial Guard Golems, marching in formation, had their encirclement breached, the lower-ranked invaders had already fallen into chaos.

They were powerless to split their attention and were unable to observe more of the scene.

When the earth-shattering Dragon Chant echoed through the heavens, they shuddered.

The obedient ones cowering and fleeing on the ground, the mournful ones plummeting from their skyward sprint, those desperately trembling legs, wings, could not fully express the panic in their hearts.

"No... no no no..."

"It’s not a new Guardian Saint Spirit, just a young Chimera..."

In the front row, a Shining World Fetus shaped like a hedgehog, trembling with fear:

"It has turned into a Charge Dragon... the Charge Dragon from the beginning of the Near Ancient Era... Nightmare... This must be a nightmare!"

"Roar!!"

The chant before hadn’t yet exhausted its power, and the chant that followed was even louder.

Mountaintops exploded, blood mist soared into the sky, and mighty dragon’s breath howled upwards.

After a thunderclap in a clear sky, a crack split the void.

Following this crack, whether it was the blood clouds and blood rain summoned by the Blood Witch or the cloud webs and cloud worlds supported by the Cloud Witch, all were torn to shreds.

"Pfft..."

Witch Yundie let out a muffled groan, a trickle of sky-blue witch’s blood running from the corner of her mouth.

Her barrier was broken, and naturally, she had to endure the backlash.

Afterimages flashed, and the disheveled Vampire Prince Bertnar took the opportunity to quickly break away.

He put at least thirty thousand meters between himself and Witch Yundie, calming his rapid breathing while casting a glance at the sky and earth from the corner of his eye.

When he caught sight of the eight-armed dragon, he was stunned and abruptly turned his head to stare, his somewhat dim crystal eyes suddenly blazing with divine light.

"Charge Dragon... Dragon Ao Tian?"

"Good lad, with an ash-level ancient aiding you, won’t these beauties be utterly devastated?"

"Roar!!!"

The Chimera cub had transformed completely, with no trace of its original bloodline.

It soared in the void, its majestic form reflecting the grandeur and undulations of mountains and seas, the boundlessness and mistiness of heaven and earth.

The giant five-clawed white dragon that was about the same size as the Chimera, both measuring around ten thousand meters, seemed somehow lesser in presence compared to the Charge Dragon.

The metallic mountain range-like spine of the Charge Dragon, rising straight up, with the hardness of Ironstone, was invulnerable.

The protruding muscles corresponded to eight Savage Dragon arms.

One arm had eight claws, each claw with eight segments.

The dense claws resembled vigorously growing thorn bushes, effortlessly able to rend prey apart, guaranteeing gruesome wounds without any chance of accidents or luck.

"Roar!!"

With the fourth roar of Sprint Dragon, some Blood Witch Goddesses, Cloud Witch Goddesses, and Light Witch Goddesses, either with severe injuries or lower ranks, could no longer withstand the terror in their souls, and collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

"It really is Sprint Dragon... the first protector of the Ye Clan during its most prosperous period..."

"It’s said that it was born a Supreme Saint Savage Dragon, with endless blood vitality and infinite physical strength..."

"A single roar of its might is on par with ferocious beasts, capable of obliterating the sun and the moon when charging into the sky, and slaughtering the netherworld when charging into the ground..."

"Since its youth, it has been domineering and invincible well into its prime, with no Guardian Spirit understanding the art of charging better. It is the embodiment of invincibility, demonstrating the ultimate expression of ’one force breaks all methods’..."

Witch Cloud Hua, nearly drained of energy by the [Brilliant Spring Light Diagram] wielded by the Mysterious Wood Witch Maiden, couldn’t hold on and also collapsed to the ground.

While clutching the glowing Stone, she desperately extracted the Light Element within.

Looking up at Sprint Dragon, her face drained of color, and her wildly beating heart almost burst out of her chest:

"This guy... had ascended to sainthood by the end of the Ancient Era, of the same generation as the Asura King..."

"At the beginning of the Near Ancient Era, after surviving the Broken Era Calamity, the Asura King bestowed upon it the title ’Dragon God of the Abyssal Chasm’, claiming ’without Divine Enthronement, Sprint Dragon is invincible’..."

"It must have cultivated to the realm of a False God, just short of an Ironstone Origin Divinity for a promotion!"

"This is the ultimate, most splendid glory of the Ye Clan, just a hair’s breadth away, and the Ye Clan would have had One Crown and Three Gods!"

"Even such an existence can be summoned, the Ye Clan’s heritage is so profound, shouldn’t they be envied by the heavens? Shouldn’t they be struck by heavenly condemnation? Why do they effortlessly obtain what we strive for with all our might?!"

Witch Cloud Hua lost control of her emotions, her each sentence laced with hysterical madness.

However, Bertnar’s gaze turned sharply cold.

Looking down at the face of Witch Cloud Hua, he spoke in pure Ancient Witch language, causing her to doubt his racial heritage:

"If all you talk about is the glory of old days."

"Brother, I want to ask you, you’ve only seen the strongest of my Ye Clan standing at the pinnacle, but have you seen the Corpse Mountains and the blood-drenched paths, the thorny roads, those who fell mid-journey in the struggle?"

"Including the senior Dragon Ao Tian."

"Its invincibility was forged in day-to-day carnage."

"It battled its kin, other Savage Saints, Abyss Demon Kings."

"If it hadn’t bathed in blood, reborn from the brink of death toward the sun, and wildly grown from slaughter, how could the name of invincibility have been achieved?"

Bertnar’s eyes revealed a hint of pity, then he raised his head, looking up at the colossal dragon in the sky, placed his hand on his chest, and performed a solemn salute:

"In the Second Epoch of the New Era, Guardian Saint Spirit of the Ye Clan, Bertnar, has seen the respected senior Dragon Ao Tian."

"This is the land of the Ye Clan’s ally, besieged by foreign enemies, I ask the senior to unleash a massacre."

"An ally of the Ye Clan?"

The rough Dragon Chant broke through the cosmos, thundering in the ears.

Ye Hanjun was so surprised he couldn’t speak.

Weren’t the Marks of Holy Spirit supposed to unleash the most powerful strike? Why is it that when it came to Sprint Dragon, the damage wasn’t triggered in time, but instead, a hint of self-aware consciousness emerged?

"The descendants are ashamed, for since the Ancestor, there have been no more Crown Ranks, no more Divine Enthronement."