Chapter 1375: Chapter 527: The Strongest Crown Rank in History_2

When that dignified air gains an extra hint of murderous intent, the compassionate expression turns into an angry one, even ghosts and gods of the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms would be scared witless.

"Hah! Taste the punch of GuaGua!"

GuaGua clenched his fist, but in reality, was practicing the art of deception in warfare.

Without actually landing a punch, he sat heavily on Rotten Leg’s ankle, pinning his opponent firmly, and then pressed his palms together, muttering incantations unintelligible to outsiders in a low voice.

Even Ye Hanjun felt a headache from hearing this incantation, let alone an evil god.

Within a few breaths, Rotten Leg’s toenails began to melt, and with each passing second, the melting speed increased.

"Calamity Root! Calamity Fetus! Kill Pure first!"

"As long as we can kill Pure, launching a backlash against the Crown Rank will not be difficult!"

In excruciating pain, Rotten Leg fervently called for reinforcements.

In his understanding, this place had already been specifically marked by the Great King, and the Fallen Gods would only increase in number.

Even if the strongest of the Human Race emerged to defend, they could still be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

However, when Rotten Leg dispersed a strand of perception to probe the distance, he immediately realized something was wrong!

The Fallen Gods and the Three Evil Gods were indeed intent on besieging Ye Hanjun.

But that giant goose, the Thunder Zither, and the Hanba God, who had also received the blessing of Divine Blood, had their killing power exponentially enhanced.

Mighty disaster-category gods like Calamity Root and Calamity Fetus, who could once fight them evenly, now found themselves at a disadvantage, whether in direct confrontation or in attempts at stealth attacks.

"Such troublesome divine power..."

"Desolation Sheep, Desolate Slaughter Dog, since you are here, stop spectating and kill him, shatter the gods’ fantasies of survival!"

The Mad Flea God suddenly roared.

Two grotesque giant beasts charged in. One with the head of a sheep and the body of a dog, the other with the head of a dog and the body of a sheep, both sporting four prominent fangs and dragging thorny tails on the ground, exuding an astonishingly ominous aura.

They sneered, seeming to mock the usefulness of the evil gods here.

Immediately, they flanked left and right, bypassed the Thunder Sword, evaded the giant goose, and charged straight at Ye Hanjun’s main body.

"Human, your flesh is ours!"

Desolation Sheep roared, Desolate Slaughter Dog howled, crushing the White Bone Purgatory, raising their claws in the midst of flying blood, and fiercely grabbed at Ye Hanjun’s forehead.

As Desolate Gods, their specialty was plundering and devouring.

These two, specializing in plundering life rather than the natural world, particularly savored the flesh of Crown Rank humans, the most delectable and nutritious food in existence, a rare find they couldn’t afford to miss.

However, as the stench of blood approached, Ye Hanjun didn’t even bat an eyelid.

He did not move a muscle and remained firmly planted in his original position.

"Hiss!!"

Desolation Sheep and Desolate Slaughter Dog crashed into one of the 108 hells, dashing left and right, suddenly losing their sense of direction.

They were startled, then enraged, sometimes tearing with brute force, sometimes roaring and charging... Though the piled hells struggled to withstand the violent onslaught, when it came to the speed of Law-Figure-World’s repairs, the two Desolate God’s destruction efforts were insignificant.

"Since you delivered yourselves, just stay inside."

Ye Hanjun completely ignored them.

In time, if the Desolate Gods couldn’t find a way to break through, they would naturally become nourishment, becoming part of his principles.

"You too, come in."

Ye Hanjun pointed a finger, locking onto a creature known as the "Miasma Wood Evil God" and dragged him into the Black Abyss.

This god was adept at Wood Magic and used his Fallen Attribute to relentlessly suppress the Green Vine Immortal.

Seeing the Green Vine Immortal showing signs of defeat, he intervened as a matter of course.

"Roar!!"

The Miasma Wood Evil God, immobilized by a sudden beam of light, roared in defiance, to no avail.

Confined to the Black Abyss, even with towering blackwood and boundless miasma, he couldn’t break through its confines, feeling like he was using all his strength to hit cotton, utterly powerless.

"Sword Thunder Child, come."

Ye Hanjun beckoned, and the surrounding Sword-Controlling Thunder God immediately compressed in size, becoming light as a feather upon landing in his palm.

Diyan’s protection was immensely strong, doubling physique and attack power, handling one-on-two with ease.

But the Sword Thunder Child, unaffected by abilities, operated independently.

Ye Hanjun chose to grasp the Thunder God’s Sword, charged into the Fallen Camp, and specifically targeted severely wounded evil gods.

Moments later, the Ancient Elf Deity collapsed with a roar, and within the Law-Figure-World, a new shadow god began to form.

After six more breaths, the battle-scarred Blue Spot Spider God had its head severed by Ye Hanjun. The Titan Giant God roared in fury, smashing the remaining body into pieces.

"Bang!!"

The Goose Immortal activated "Supreme Divine Wings". Hercules, forced into the duel, bent his legs and fell to his knees, his metallic body cracking inch by inch.

In his dying moments, the Goose saw a trace of Spirit Wisdom awaken in Hercules’ pupils, the sense of liberation within it moved him.

"Hmph, I am granting you transcendence. If you reincarnate, come serve me in your next life!"

The Goose Immortal then swung one wing, and Hercules exploded with a thunderous noise.

Flesh fragments the size of rice grains scattered and fell, each heavier than a hundred-pound lead block, making the earth more desolate.

"Ding ding clang——dong dong clang——"

"Swoosh clang——drip drop——"

Absolute String played without emotional restraint. The melody, named "All Living Beings Resonance," could be heard by souls even without auditory organs, stirring the seven emotions and six desires, affecting every movement.

Visibly, the fatigued Hundred-Refined Phoenix Queen, Moon God, and Eighteen-Winged Angelic Canon... slightly recovered their vitality.

They entered a semi-enthusiastic state, their combat power increased again, facing the Evil Gods. Though not overwhelmingly superior, they would not be defeated quickly.

Conversely, the Fallen Camp suffered greatly.

They thought siding with the dark path separated them from emotions and desires.

But Absolute String manipulated emotions like fear, fright, and dread, making the more injured Evil Gods close to losing their minds.

At these moments, a green-gold lightning bolt struck, hitting vital points, the agonizing screams making the Guardian Deities shiver, feeling uneasy as if sitting on pins and needles.

"So strong! Unbelievably strong!"

"Cold Monarch Ancestor must be the strongest Crown Rank of all time! Such lethal Ability, even Ancestor Asura would be astonished if he had a breath left!"

In Without-Sun City, many people were so excited they knelt down, their cheeks flushed as if drunk.

The Fallen Gods stood in the way, but after just a few charges, they were tottering and in grave danger.

As soon as Cold Monarch Ancestor arrived, like a divine weapon descended, wielding the Thunder Spear, summoning the Frog Ancestor, commanding the Goose Emperor, controlling the Emperor of Corpses, and the Zither God—dominating the battlefield!

Since his arrival, no aftershock had reached the Ghost Lamp.

The Blood Witch Divine King, towering like a mountain, met no resistance, becoming a mere spectator in the mortal world, witnessing the brilliance and immortality of the new Ancestor of the Night.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, the Blood Witch Divine King turned around, looking behind.

A slender figure emerged from a spatial rift, face veiled, dressed in a rainbow robe, jade-like arms gleaming, divine might overwhelming, amazing the gods.

"Witch series... Demigod?"

"Yes."

Huazhu bowed gracefully, then gazed down at Without-Sun City, smiling sweetly:

"By the Lord’s command, I come to retrieve the Witch series Divinity from the Ghost Lamp."

"You... have the Ancestor’s scent..."

The Blood Witch Divine King withdrew his poised blood finger silently.

His doubtful gaze fixed on Huazhu, seeming to see through the veil to her true face, marveling:

"So beautiful..."

"Bang!"

Bertnar flew over, stepping on the Blood Witch Divine King’s foot with a blank expression:

"Mind your manners, she is your elder!"

"Oh."

The Blood Witch Divine King nodded, frowning without regard for anyone:

"I have reviewed the intel on the Godslayer Asura within our clan."

"He is Dual Authority. Breaking through the seventh rank was once an extravagant hope."

"Resurrect from death and ascended to Crown Rank, I was pondering whether he is single-crowned or double-crowned..."

The Blood Witch Divine King muttered, raising a finger quickly. A faint blood light swept through the Ghost Lamp, slowly condensing a divinity shaped like a fruit:

"Being a Witch God myself, condensing it is naturally easy."

"Since you’ve appeared, it seems the Ancestor of the Night is neither single-crowned nor limited to the five gods’ potential, but has further development."

"The Ghost Lamp is blessed, and the long-awaited glory of the Ye Clan is not only achieved at once but destined to surpass both the Ancient and Near Ancient Eras, reaching an unparalleled level..."