The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 990 - 389: So, how about this sword?

"Pain! So painful! Too painful!"

Mo danced with his hands and feet, instinctively hugging the Nine Deaths Cicada that had pounced on him.

Enraged, the Nine Deaths Cicada’s scythe-like front limbs pierced directly through Mo’s stomach, while its side appendages sliced open hundreds of bloody gashes around his waist.

"A thousand cuts and scrapes? I love it! More, give me more!"

Mo’s entire body trembled, his face twisted with pleasure, embodying the very definition of "climax."

He triggered the "Pain Pointer" again, sharing his own pain.

This miraculous limit skill had two use cases.

Either strip the pain from the enemy and graft it onto oneself,

or share one’s own pain, making the enemy feel it too.

Back and forth, Mo was always the happiest one.

But as its combat opponent, the Nine Deaths Cicada was in bad luck.

Suddenly, it spat out foam, then convulsed like it had epilepsy, and vivid cracks appeared in its dull compound eyes, as shocking as broken pearls.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

Mo was also spraying blood chaotically, in large quantities.

His blood contained a strong curse, so whenever it accidentally splashed onto the Nine Deaths Cicada’s wounds, massive necrosis or disintegration wasn’t far behind.

After several times, the lifeforce of the Nine Deaths Cicada dropped drastically.

Like a flower bud blasted by the fierce sunlight, wilting and on the verge of losing its vitality.

"Corpse Repair Skill!"

With a tap on the Corpse Sealing Coffin, it unexpectedly spewed out a heap of limbs and body parts, most of which belonged to the beast race, with a few from the insect and sea races.

They originated from different individuals, all of whom had been Shining World Fetuses, personally hunted and killed by Prince Mang Hao alongside his Contracted Fond Spirits.

Now, these deliberately preserved corpse pieces melted away like snow and ice.

The fragmented Nine Deaths Cicada was repairing its carapace and regenerating limbs at an incredibly fast speed.

Even the nearly bisected wound on its neck healed in the blink of an eye.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!!"

The Nine Deaths Cicada, brimming with vitality, initiated a suicidal charge, fearless in the face of death.

This time, Ye Hanjun merely watched with his hands folded.

Although Mo’s rank was only at Great Completion and had not yet reached Perfection, inferior to the Nine Deaths Cicada,

it carried a strong divine aura, and once its bloodline presence was revealed, even the Holy Beast King must yield some respect.

Moreover, the Ten Hall Yama notably suppressed "Hell" and "Underworld" type Fond Spirits.

While the Nine Deaths Cicada was not from Underworld, but Insect,

its traits were close to those of the Corpse Race, and thanks to the transformation under Prince Mang Hao’s power, the characteristics of the Corpse Race were fully exhibited.

After a bit of testing, Ye Hanjun had confirmed that his suppression was still effective.

Furthermore, Mo was brimming with energy, virtually indestructible.

Add to that his conferment as King Yan, the extra boost in combat strength, the added endurance...

As one grew stronger and the other weaker, it would be ridiculous if the Nine Deaths Cicada could gain the upper hand.

"No way, just one Contracted Fond Spirit summoned by Gray, and Prince Mang Hao is already struggling?"

"If all the remaining Contracted Fond Spirits are called out, wouldn’t Prince Mang Hao lose in the blink of an eye?"

Yishuo, Nie Qiubai, Shu Jie, Mask, Guan Cunyan... the spectators lined up neatly, with faces of shock as if time had frozen.

They couldn’t believe what they were witnessing, yet it was unfolding before their very eyes!

The second Divine Clan from the Primordial Earth Divine Mountain, core descendants of the Corpse Cult lineage, facing off against the descendants of the Grey Sun God—Gray, were unexpectedly at a disadvantage, struggling to cope.

"I feel like my understanding has been shattered, unable to piece it back together..."

"Yeah, this is too inconceivable. SS-ranked Authority is revered as the highest power just below the Crown Rank. With such a meticulously prepared combination of Fond Spirits by Mang Hao, it’s entirely possible to outlast a Supreme Saint Voidal Conduit without Patron enhancement..."

"This Gray... on his own, he’s suppressing him severely..."

"And this uglily shaped, abnormally twisted Contracted Fond Spirit is so creepy, I can hardly bear to look at it, fearing my body will collapse..."

The noisy crowd couldn’t settle down.

From old men with white hair to youngsters who came to broaden their horizons with their elders, everyone stood there dumbfounded.

However, Mang Hao, focused on the battle, only had combat strategies on his mind.

He didn’t seem to have the advantage, but defeating the Nine Deaths Cicada wasn’t that simple.

"Corpse Oil Lamp, boiling oil!"

"Boom!"

The Corpse Oil Lamp in his hand spewed a burst of orange-yellow liquid, a flame soared to the sky, and the Nine Deaths Cicada suddenly accelerated, bypassing Mo, and heading straight for Ye Hanjun’s true body.

Catching the king first when capturing thieves, this is the eternal truth in battles between Patrons!

Ye Hanjun chuckled lightly and with a wave of his hand, the ten surrounding Hells suddenly drew close to him, filling any gaps that remained.

The Nine Deaths Cicada... charged into Wind-Thunder Hell first!

As the wild wind howled and lightning danced in an instant, the Nine Deaths Cicada leaped through and successfully broke through the barrier.

But its insect carapace was clearly covered with crackling electric arcs.

Yet relying on its robust body, it withstood the damage without slowing its assault.

However, Wind-Thunder Hell was just the beginning.

Blazing Fire, Adamantine, Chilling Shore, Cauldron Broth, Copper Pillars, Butchering, Fire Chariot, Universal Plunder, Heaven’s Net—Ye Hanjun owned a total of ten Hells, with each featuring his Yama avatar.

"Squeak!!!"

After passing through the fifth Hell, the Nine Deaths Cicada’s carapace was battered and pitted.

By the seventh, cracks had reappeared.

Having finally made it through all ten Hells, Ye Hanjun activated "Avici Hell," attempting to seal it.

"Whoosh..."

Symbolizing endless time, void, and suffering, Avici Hell possessed an exceptional confinement ability.

The closer the target’s affinity to darkness, hell, and the undead, the stronger the effect.