The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 896 - 357: Godslayer_3

But suddenly...

Their witch bodies began to age, their graceful figures vanishing like smoke, each one going bald, their teeth exposed, their temples frosted with age, descending into the twilight years.

"Yuan Gui, didn’t you say you were suffering from backlash, unable to act, and only willing to watch, waiting for our clan’s harvest?"

"Now suddenly you produce the finger of the Seven-Talismans Ghost Monk... What... what are you doing! Put it down!!"

The change in Wu Guangqing was slow, her eyes like a lake in a storm, shaking uncontrollably, unable to believe the events unfolding before her.

"What am I doing?"

Triple Curse Ghost Monk Yuan Gui looked at Wu Guangqing strangely:

"Of course, I am sending you to heaven."

"With the sacrifice of the junior and senior lords, to seize such an opportunity, if I fail, the old monk’s sins are unforgivable."

With that said, the seven ghostly white fingers plunged into the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

Seven great mountains rose from the earth, forming an impenetrable circle, sealing off a vast area of a million miles around the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

Besides Wu Guangqing, the other Light Witch Goddesses didn’t even let out a scream. A gust of deathly wind swept through, and they decayed on the spot, disintegrating more thoroughly than dregs.

"You actually sympathize with the Ye Clan? You want to help them turn the tables?!"

Wu Guangqing struggled in pain, unable to get close to the Triple Curse Ghost Monk no matter what, only able to scream in agony as she fell step by step.

"Is that so?"

Yuan Gui tilted his head, thinking. On his featureless head, several ripple-shaped wrinkles emerged:

"Back then, after our ancestor god perished, our people could not survive elsewhere; it was the Ye Clan who took us in and gave us the land of the Ghost Lamp, helping us to settle."

"Although at that time the Ye Clan also had no choice but to stick together to maintain their master’s position."

"But my Ghost Monk lineage, remembering old favors, you unwanted invaders, since you’ve come, don’t think about going back."

The Triple Curse Ghost Monk broke his own fingers and thrust them into the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

With a hum, seven beams of ghost light twisted together, faintly visible, as if a mighty, decaying divine being stood above the ancestral lands.

He pointed a finger, and Wu Guangqing’s physical body immediately turned into ash, her life force completely severed, with boundless death spreading through every inch of space.

Next to die explosively were the surviving invading forces.

They thought they were in a safe position, just waiting to discuss rewards after the fact, sharing the treasures left by the Blood Witch God.

Quietly, their flesh decayed, bones fell to the ground, fear not even turning into shrieks before they met a sudden death, a sight most horrifying.

The towering decaying divine being pointed again.

This point shattered layer upon layer of space, instantly reaching the deepest part of the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, striking directly at the forehead of the Light Witch God, casting an unbelievable shade of deathly gray on his withered face.

"Seven-Talismans... Ghost Monk?"

The stunned Light Witch God, after a moment, his gaze sharp as a blade, the radiant sun behind him expanded once more, his furious rage suddenly erupting.

"Wu Guangyan, did you really think I was completely dead?"

The withered palm, suddenly thrust backward into the chest of the Light Witch God.

The deceased Blood Witch God suddenly opened his eyes.

A blood glow surged like mountains, and within the jade coffin, the placid river of fresh blood suddenly became a roaring torrent, with crimson waves all rushing towards the center.

"What I feared most was that the Jester Emperor would come, or that you would cower, daring only to send descendants here and not daring to come yourself."

"Fortunately, your greed has overcome your caution."

"So, go ahead and die, your divine corpse—we’re taking it!"

Against the backdrop of a tumultuous sea of blood, an unusually tiny crimson fist landed a perfect hit, smashing the head of the Light Witch God.

The Light Witch God did not perish that easily; his lower body merged with the sun, instantly becoming part of the light.

But at the location of his chest, since the Blood Witch God had seized it, it could never truly transform.

"Boy, you are in charge of the final kill."

In the Spiritual World, a clear and sonorous long cry echoed, and Ye Hanjun broke free from the constraints of the sea of blood uncontrollably, distancing himself from Ye Liuying, Bertnar, and other creatures.

The garments manifesting alongside the Ghostly Sacrificial Robe mysteriously disappeared.

Other physical garments, no matter how special the material, burst into nothingness without any hesitation.

But Ye Hanjun was not naked—his skin was covered with bright red scales, and the radiant red light surpassed even the Blood Witch God’s bloody spells—by far a great victory!

"Boom!!"

A crimson bow emerged from nothingness, its halo of annihilation shadowing its form.

In an instant, Ye Hanjun’s eyes lost their black pupils, fully bloodied, and the glamorous light flamed intensely—intensely, without heat, only cold.

"Crack!!"

He grasped the bow with one hand and the bowstring with the other.

Following his instincts, pulling back, drawing fully, ultimately presenting a full bow posture.

An arrow condensed from the wailing and deaths of millions of creatures slowly took shape from nothing.

The space seemed unable to bear the might of this arrow, continually collapsing, yet continuously reborn under the interweaving of divine power.

"Clang!!"

Finally, when the arrow tip was utterly clear, Ye Hanjun, shouldering the mountains of corpses and seas of undead souls, descended like a god from the heavens, spoke mercilessly:

"The fury of the Asura, a million floating corpses."

"May the sins of heaven and earth return to me, death of all things, separating yin and yang, the birth of all things, halting reincarnation."

"This arrow is named... God Burying."

"Death God of Hell, another joins... May the Light Witch God, eternally slumber, rest in peace."

An eternal scarlet light slashed through the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, like a crimson meteor shattering the dome known as the sky.

In an instant, the great sun collapsed.

In a moment below, the bright light extinguished.

In the center encircled by seven towering corpse mountains, ancient and unchanging cold returned as if it had never left, silent and empty.