The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1176 - 451: Lie Xinxin

The final curtain call, a racial skill inevitably mastered by the Primordial Dragon Demon clan.

Those with lesser bloodlines, ranked lower, struggled to approach the limit with their corresponding Chaos Spirit Patterns.

Rage King- Meltu, he achieved the limit of 999999 patterns with certainty.

In conjunction with the Flame of Rage and qualities only triggered at the brink of death.

When ignited, it would devastate heaven and earth, and that was putting it mildly.

"Rumble rumble rumble—"

Flame Lotus Mountain experienced an earthquake like never before.

Peaks crumbled, like walls eroded by wind and sand, and the slightest breeze could shatter them.

Boulders from the shattered summit rolled down from high to low, determined to flatten all obstacles in their path.

Charred fragments of flesh tumbled alongside, pouring down like a flood.

If one were to look up from the foot of the mountain,

the entire Flame Lotus Mountain seemed like an ancient slumbering volcano, normally as quiet as a turtle but roaring as thunderously as lions and tigers when awakened.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Our king wields the most powerful principle of the Fury Clan!"

"Ever since he reached the realm of Supreme Holy Completion, among the seven kings, there is no doubt he would be ranked in the forefront!"

"Even the Arrogant King Yuwen Nai, does he truly have the confidence to engage in a one-on-one battle with our king, and still escape the final curtain call unscathed?!"

Primordial Dragon Demon Mai Erfei and Primordial Dragon Demon Mai Erjun, repressing the shock in their eyes, rushed to a location and converged successively.

They stood side by side at the mountainside, staring at the rolling black smoke above, watching the glowing flames fall from the sky, with dragon teeth bared and the fury flames violently surging, unusually charging upwards against the norm.

"Kill!!"

"Whoever it is, since our king has been pushed to this extent, we will not let them off without paying with their lives!"

"Our king most likely has buried the foe, but there is a tiny chance that the enemy has luckily survived!"

"Demon creatures lurking around Flame Lotus Mountain, roar and rage, use the hottest Flame of Rage in your hearts to tear all seen alien races to shreds!!"

"Roar!!"

"Roar roar roar!!!"

At least eight Primordial Dragon Demons responded to the call.

The one farthest away was near the boundary line.

He saw the clustered demon creatures, heard their grating noise, and could not help but boil with fury.

"Die!"

"Our king is dead, we cannot quench our anger!"

"Within a hundred days, any alien being caught by the dragon’s eye, no matter their allegiance, shall be slaughtered without mercy!"

"I will use your deaths to commemorate the immortality and invincibility of our clan! With your blood, prove that the Fury Clan must not be offended!!!"

Primordial Dragon Demon Mai Erli, like a cannonball, smashed into the beast crowd, slashing off the head of one creature with a left swipe of his claw, and breaking the spine of another with a kick of his right foot.

But this was far from satisfying him; his movements grew faster, his killing intent heavier, until eventually, he lost all reason, becoming a true mad demon.

...

"Cough cough... Truly in a sorry state..."

Ye Hanjun, buried beneath the rubble, struggled to crawl out, his head bloodied and his face pale.

Merely from the backlash tens of miles away, the "King Yan’s Life Substitute" had been passively activated five times.

Now he had only one life left; if he didn’t cherish it well, any further depletion could endanger his own body.

"GuaGua, are you alright?"

GuaGua was summoned again, and seeing Ye Hanjun’s wretched state, quickly released "Super Healing" to aid in his recovery.

Forehead, chest, arms, thighs, soles of the feet... The superficial skin wounds were the first to heal, not even leaving scars behind.

However, the internal dislocation of organs and the turmoil of his vital energy were not so easily repaired.

"Ever since reaching the 9th Rank, this is the first time I’ve been pushed to the limit..."

Ye Hanjun sighed in slight despair.

The urgency between life and death best allowed one to understand the fragility of life.

What of being a Saint? If it wasn’t for possessing life-preserving abilities like King Yan’s Life Substitute, how many could have remained unscathed under the previous circumstances?

"Where’s the ragged thing? Has it perished together with the great dragon demon?" GuaGua asked, tilting its head.

"I suppose so."

Ye Hanjun thought carefully; Mo’s last activation of "Pain Demon God’s Finger" was not without significance.

Meltu resolved to die; there was no possibility of escape.

Had Mo’s skills not been there to counter the "final curtain call",

let alone a few dozen miles, even if he had fled a hundred miles, Ye Hanjun could still have possibly lost all ten lives, forfeiting his last chance to struggle.

"This battle was indeed taken too lightly."

"Just having Sword Thunder Child is not enough; everyone must become stronger to handle the most supreme Divine Trace Lineages in this world with ease..."

Ye Hanjun murmured, his violent gasping gradually stabilizing.

As if sensing something, he suddenly turned back, looking over his shoulder with a change in expression:

"Not good, the commotion was too loud; the rest of the Primordial Dragon Demons have been alerted."

"GuaGua, we’re too weakened; we can’t let them find us."

"Leave it to me!"

GuaGua slapped its chest and agreed.

With a plop, it transformed into a centipede, wrapping around Ye Hanjun’s legs, dragging him underground.

"Big Tadpole, hold onto your head, awoo!"

"I’ll be focused on escaping, it definitely won’t be gentle!"

GuaGua grumbled, then with dozens of appendages working together, vigorously dug a hole.

Ye Hanjun, with a resigned smile, obediently held onto his head and let it have its way.

In his heart, he began to contemplate how to break the situation.

Killing the Rage King- Meltu certainly removed the biggest threat on the battlefield.

But he had paid a heavy price; for example, Mo falling into a state of death, requiring a long time to recover gradually.