The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1206 - 461: Evil Eternal, Disaster and Calamity Constant

"Ah!!"

The cries of the Crow Tribe were hoarse, rugged, and clamorous.

The Cataclysmic Crow Master, as the king of the crows, the master of disasters, could not escape this law either.

However, Ye Hanjun had no leisure to listen carefully.

The White Crow was too fast, suddenly arriving from the right end to the left bank, its sky-penetrating wings casting a shadow over the corrupted left eye, the depth of the shadow unforgettable for a lifetime.

"Eat and swallow me, recover the body of the Calamity God?"

"Hahaha, Bai E, you truly are bold!"

"To swallow other divine spirits is one thing, but to swallow me... Are you really confident you can inherit the evil origin of mine?"

Sarus, immovable, eyes as wide open as possible.

Suddenly, small black grass began to grow at the edges, fine and fragile, inconspicuous.

But in the next second, the grass infused with vigorous vitality.

The pitiable sight of it bending in the wind disappeared in a moment.

When they looked again, there stood hundreds of towering trees reaching into the clouds, bearing no branches or leaves, but with tumors hanging on their tips.

"Bang Bang Bang!!"

The tumors ripened, falling to the ground from midair.

Skeletons, once manifested inside the eyeball, crawled out with sinister and dismal laughter.

There was a giant god with four heads and sixteen arms, each arm wielding an exaggeratedly styled weapon.

There was a massive insect with a carapace like a castle, moving slowly, the soil and the sky unable to bear its weight, everything collapsing where it crawled.

There was a wild horse with the head of a horse, the body of a dragon, and the legs of a frog, not relying on running, but bouncing and leaping, its broom-shaped tail sweeping at the Cataclysmic Crow Master and purging all the colorful poisonous miasma.

...

These bizarre beings were not alive.

Ye Hanjun could not identify them, but he roughly believed that they were once Fetus of God Sealing, existing in the mysterious Primordial Era.

The splendor and brilliance of that era gave birth to one strong being after another.

Unfortunately, they were defeated by the hands of Sarus, and eventually became his nourishment, a part of his overwhelming evil aura.

"Bai E, you wish to swallow me, but have I not desired to swallow you?"

"Compared to the minor Seven Sins Demon God, and this seemingly vast Realm of Desire, what do they amount to? Nothing but dung in the fields! If there were a better option, would I demean myself?"

The corrupted left eye cackled coldly, the murderous intention flickering in its eyes stronger than even the Cataclysmic Crow Master.

The Cataclysmic Crow Master remained silent.

The third eye on its forehead spurted gray-white divine light, accompanied by clusters of densely packed runes, and a pinhole-sized wound suddenly appeared on the surface of Sarus’s eyeball.

Immediately, the flesh and blood around the pinhole turned to stone.

The celestial bodies within range, their skeletons, as if dying suddenly, turned from black to grayish white, eventually losing all signs of life.

"Shriek!"

The horse-like deity with frog legs, which was purging the miasma, had eyes turning gray, frozen first in midair motionless.

Then it disintegrated, exploding into pieces, and stone fragments scattered everywhere.

"Heh heh, there were too few chances to clash with you in the ancient cosmos..."

"I have longed to know, between the calamities fomented by the Calamity God and the evil seeds planted by the Evil God, which one truly instills more fear in the creatures of this mortal world..."

Sarus did not hesitate—he gouged out the petrified part from the eyeball.

It seemed to be a curse of continuous erosion; if not eradicated early, the spread would go on, and the injury would become more severe.

"Ah!!"

The Cataclysmic Crow Master cried out loudly, and hundreds of bolts of lightning descended upon the void.

These bolts of lightning were not like Absolute String, emerald with gold, extraordinarily divine.

They were all pale, seamlessly blending in color with the wings.

As they struck down vertically, there were no thunderclaps to the ear, no flashes of lightning to the eye.

It was just simple, crashing down, carrying the sharpness of blades and spears, mercilessly piercing through the corrupted left eye.

"Pff!!"

A cluster of deeply black, flame-like malicious blood spurted out from the broken orifice.

They merged into the void, breeding rotating demon lotuses.

Then, human-sized eyeballs popped out from the lotuses.

Observing Ye Hanjun suddenly felt a prick in his arm.

Looking down, a maliciously rising solitary eye, insect-like, drilled through his skin, revealing a sinister smile when it opened.

"Swish!"

A pale crow feather accurately struck the split evil eye.

The evil eye paused, its murderous hue rising from the depths subdued.

Ye Hanjun, with cold sweat soaking his back, dared not underestimate the situation; he dug his fingernails into the flesh, excavating a hole and forcibly separated the dead evil eye.

Thus, the high-frequency tremor of his Super Spirituality slightly weakened.

Sword Thunder Child, quick to understand, sprang into action once again, widening the gap by tens of miles before slowing down.

"Is this a deity-level battlefield? Merely grazed, and one risks certain death..."

Ye Hanjun licked his cracked lips, forcing himself to remain calm.

Below deity—no qualification to look directly at the divine!

That he could witness this battle, and vaguely perceive the trajectory of the law, was already a great fortune!

But ultimately, this involved a God above God, touching upon two unmatched ancient gods of the Ancient Cosmos.

If White Crow were defeated, with Sarus emerging victorious, he, Mo, Aegifura... and even the entire Realm of Desire, all living creatures would fall into a situation with no redemption!

"Gua..."

GuaGua swallowed nervously, anxiously saying:

"Big Tadpole, do you think the big disaster crow can win?"

"He once swallowed the magma mosquito mother that was a Half-Step Deity, all in one bite."

"This big evil eye is clearly tough, it’s hard to tell which way the battle will go."

Ye Hanjun soothed:

"The White Crow dared to appear, indicating some level of confidence."

"We can’t get involved, we can only choose to believe in it."