The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 923 - 366: Chasing Stars, Fireworks, Yeren_3

"Remember! Once we’re out, don’t mention ’Master Han’, we need to call him ’The Foremost Messenger by the God’s Side’!"

"This is a title I put great effort into coming up with, hard-earned to maintain a unified front, so make sure there are no slip-ups!"

"Hmm..."

Li Jingming tugged at the corner of his mouth, feeling in his heart that Master Han would not like this nickname.

"Shall I be responsible for contacting Fire and Yeren?"

Wang Xinfei first suggested, then spoke:

"There has been no news from Princess Ruxin so far."

"Prince Yeyin has chosen to operate solo, we’re also not too clear about his movements."

"What about Lord Liuying? The number of her followers might not match ours, but in terms of quality, we are far behind. Should we call them all forth?"

"Fire and Yeren must definitely be invited, but let’s keep it low-key and mobilize secretly as much as possible."

Li Jingming said:

"As for Lord Liuying, get the word to her, she will naturally make her own judgment; it’s not for us to decide."

"Alright, I’ll arrange it immediately."

Wang Xinfei nodded and said expectantly:

"Who knows how many years it will take to get it all sorted, with followers from all over coming to Julu Forest... Some places lack high-quality teleportation arrays; it’s really not easy..."

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New Era, Second Epoch, year 588.

The fragrant Julu Forest, at the southeast entrance, saw two groups approaching simultaneously.

One group, roughly a hundred-strong, primarily wore fire-red heavy armor and deep red combat robes.

Each person’s face had more or fewer scars.

Looking at their weapons—great swords, long spears, maces... and the immense wild beasts, demon beasts accompanying them...

Instantly, the gallant spirit of fearless men flooded a corner of the forest.

"Roar!!"

A fierce tiger with six tails, flames reaching the sky, roared menacingly.

Another creature with three heads and six arms, waist encircled by red silk, holding a flame spear, and a third eye on its forehead, displayed boundless majesty.

"Hiss-hiss~~ Hiss-hiss~~"

From the tiger’s tails emerged a red star the size of a bucket.

Its body semi-transparent, floating up slowly, its sparkly eyes filled with curiosity.

"Finally..."

A man in a red jade battle robe etched with gold, his hair ablaze with fierce flames, his robe flapping in the wild wind, his pupils adorned with fiery points, brilliant as stars.

He looked up at the sky, his face showing a hint of solemnity.

Afterward, he suddenly raised his palm, and the following team immediately halted their steps, arranging themselves in a state of martial readiness in six directions: northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, as well as up and down.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

At the very end of the marching team, there was originally another person.

He was enormously tall, fifteen meters!

His muscles bulged like small mountains, and his short hair was stiff as steel needles... This man’s physique and vitality were among the best in the Human Race, a presence so memorable you’d never forget after just one glance.

Alongside him, there followed three giants, each standing over one hundred and fifty meters tall with terrifying waists that could be compared to the oldest trees.

One was from the Corpse Race, with a pale-white body and red claws and teeth, ignoring both the sunshine and the scorching fire, striding forward with every step embodying the force of overturning seas and mountains, full of driving force.

The second was an upright crocodile-man, with a razor-sharp carapace running down to his long tail, all embedded with a crystal-like drill head; that sharp head, along with the sound of its rotating, was chilling enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

The third was a rabbit-like being, his legs and upper body split in a proportion of seven to three; the bulging leg muscles alone could kick down a kilometer-high tree, and with just one leap he could spring ten kilometers, standing there arms folded it was an awe-inspiring and terrifying sight.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, an Elemental ’Fire Star’, a Demi-human ’Rabbit Fighter’..."

"You two brothers are really striving hard, managing to secure such top-tier Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits... Awesome! Really awesome! Can’t help but admire!"

At the other end of the forest path, the shadows under the tree canopy writhed, someone walked out from the shadows.

It was a man with a pale and weak appearance, who seemed as if he rarely received sunlight, more delicate than the bud of a flower.

But his expression was unpanicked, showing no fear of the masculine aura converged by over a hundred people; instead, he paced forward, walking around the red-haired man, then looking towards the little giant behind him, constantly expressing amazement, his mouth never closing.

"Zzzlaa!"

A shadow at the side suddenly exploded open, revealing a petite figure resembling a young girl wearing a mask, holding a ’Laser Chainsaw’ crackling with electric light, and with the agility of a bird and the speed of a cheetah, she pounced directly at the little giant’s shin.

"Bang!"

Renwo Kuang did not turn around but tensed all the muscles in his body.

Additionally, at the location where the chainsaw hit, layers of keratin grew wildly and instantly formed a defensive layer resembling scales or crystals.

By the time the chainsaw was fully powered up and began slicing down.

All that keratin shattered, and the muscles too were torn apart, with bright red blood immediately spraying out.

"Bang!!"

Renwo Kuang slowly turned around, slowly lowering his head.

The ’Laser Chainsaw’, capable of cutting through Immeasurable Small Achievement, actually got stuck the moment it touched his shin bone, no matter how much force was applied, it could not move a fraction further.

"So strong..."

The masked girl slowly withdrew the chainsaw, the crackling electric arcs gradually extinguishing and retracting.

Visible to the naked eye, the cross-sectional flesh was muddled and accompanied by various scorched wounds, but in just a short span of ten odd seconds, it completely recovered to normal.

A bit further into the shadows, some emerged while others still crouched.

But without exception, they, she, it—they all secreted fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, a momentary panic piercing their hearts.

That was the leader’s strike...

Even without coordinating with other Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, deploying the strongest strike, but this strike... none of them could withstand it.

This person caught it so casually, could it mean... his strength might far surpass that of the leader?