The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1155 - 444: Mu Yi’s Advancement

Demon Marshal, a title of the Realm of Desire.

Although the demons of this world worship the Ancient Seven Sins Demon God in their bones,

not every clan is willing to pledge loyalty to the Primeval Demon Race.

There are numerous neutral, independent, and hermit factions that exist in the hidden corners of the Realm of Desire.

The so-called savage lands, foreign lands, and barren lands may just be their paradises for amusement.

Once an individual reaches Supreme Holy Completion and their actions fit the definition of brutality, they are revered as "Demon Marshal," becoming the most prominent powerhouses among the numerous demon clans.

Clark was one of them.

This king of demons, who had ascended to Supreme Holy Completion in the First Epoch of New Era, now commands even greater respect.

Greed, envy, including the leaders of lust like Aegi Rosie, sent envoys to invite it, hoping it would become the Guardian Saint Spirit within their borders.

Clark—refused them all.

It even dared to injure the messenger of lust, challenged Aegi Rosie openly, flaunting a lawless demeanor.

By the time an infuriated Aegi Rosie came to kill with guards in tow, Clark had long disappeared, digging three Zhang into the ground, nowhere to be found.

...

As he leafed through some of the documents brought from the treasury of the land of lust, Ye Hanjun sat in the co-pilot seat, his mind serene.

When he saw from the corner of his eye that the little wooden boat had entered a mire,

he began placing the jumbled bone books into his storage ring one by one, his lazy demeanor gradually dissipating.

"Mr. Ye, it’s near here."

"Demon Marshal Clark’s true form is the ’Four-Tusked Walrus Demon,’ always with an unpredictable whereabouts; no one can pinpoint its exact location."

"It was a coincidence that I encountered it, so when we seek it out in a moment, we must act swiftly and decisively, lest it escapes."

Bana rose from the neighboring seat, seriously inspecting her armor.

After confirming her gear, she tied a red headband on her forehead, an immediate air of valor emanating through her determined eyes and brows.

This journey... was not just about retrieving a magical device!

More importantly, this was about vengeance! The four Contracted Fond Spirits who died for her, if they had spirits in heaven, must rest in peace!

"Beep beep beep!"

Lieyang Mushoucong competently steered the little wooden boat, never landing but instead, as usual, finding a high point to hover and float.

Beside him, Lie Xinxin watched Ye Hanjun, Ye Liuying, and Bana leave the cabin door with a slight smile, with no intention to follow.

Her task was to protect the little wooden boat.

This was their only mode of transport; should it be damaged, the rest of the journey would inevitably become troublesome.

For a mere Demon Marshal, without divinity, no matter how powerful, sons of god should be able to suppress with ease.

"Rustle rustle..."

In the mud, the three flew on runes.

Both Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying could have actually shuttled through the shadows.

But Bana did not possess such ability; to maintain consistent progress, using consumable relics was a good choice.

"It’s all mud, no signs of life..."

"Eh? There are marks of a beast struggle here, seems like a victory by crushing..."

After half a day, GuaGua discovered a residual claw mark, deeply embedded in the mud.

Comparing the size of the claw, Bana’s eyes brightened, her lips subconsciously tightening:

"That’s right, it hasn’t left this area."

"When I arrived that day, species like ’Mud People Demons’ and ’Earth-Whiskered Beasts’ inhabited this place."

"In an instant, they’re gone, either slaughtered or scared off by it."

"Sure enough, wherever this fellow goes, it wreaks havoc on all living beings..."

Saying this, Bana clenched her fist, flames of hatred burning in her eyes.

Ye Liuying put a hand on her shoulder, signaling her to stay calm.

Ye Hanjun observed the direction of the claw marks, searching the vicinity for other clues.

"This way."

After determining the direction, the runes were activated again.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of intense fighting approached.

Giant beasts were shocking the ground, the mud waves rising thousands of meters high.

"Boom!"

The battle ended, the victor, carrying a rat with a broken neck, casually made its way towards a mud pit.

Suddenly, it paused, sniffed the air, and in a flash, turned its gaze towards the direction of Ye Hanjun and the others.

"A human?"

"Last time one got away; I didn’t get to eat it and was upset for a long time."

"Never expected you’d bring reinforcements so soon; buy one, get two free, what a deal!"

The speaker was none other than the "Four-Tusked Walrus Demon"; its Demonic Language was not quite standard, crude, and grating to the ears.

Yet, its visage was rugged enough; from a distance, it exuded a wild aura reminiscent of wild beasts.

"Clark, we’re here to take your damn life today!" Bana gritted her teeth, her gaze fiery.

"A dog? I am a demon, moreover, a marshal among demons, who has charmed countless witches, unbeknownst to you."

The Four-Tusked Walrus Demon spat out the tasteless rat, its fierce gaze first landing on Bana, then fixing on Ye Liuying.

That look was clearly one of seeing top-quality ingredients, almost wishing to chew them up immediately and swallow.

"Hehehe, I love human girls the most!"

"They may only be enough to pick one’s teeth, never enough to fill the stomach!"

"But this tender skin and soft flesh, the taste so exquisite, no being can compare!"

With a howl, the Four-Tusked Walrus Demon slapped the mud wave with its finned feet, charging madly over.

Given its massive size and thick, wrinkled skin, its momentum was fierce; at a glance, it would scare the wits out of anyone.

And it showed no signs of holding back; its skin was visibly red, indicating its blood vessels were dilated, in a state of full exertion.