The figure hidden in the darkness was clearly a woman.
Ye Hanjun could not clearly see her face, but he glimpsed a graceful silhouette that seed to stand in the mist, vaguely covering her body, radiating endless mystery.
Ye Nishang!
It was definitely Ye Nishang!
Over dozens of ters, this aura that rged with the darkness, no matter how much it had transford, the essence of its origin belonged to the "Ming Ye Lord" ability fluctuations—Ye Hanjun could not possibly be mistaken!
"You..."
"...who are you?"
The woman holding a piece of black broken blade, her consistent indifference suddenly revealed a flaw.
It was as if a roaring fla had lted a corner of her veil.
Just three words, hesitating repeatedly.
No more than a murmur in a dream.
"Ming Lamp Night Clan, the 72nd Young Emperor."
Ye Hanjun, illuminated by the dazzling firelight, had a sharp gaze and a slight upturn of his lips.
"Impossible!"
Ye Nishang’s eyes rippled with emotion, changing repeatedly.
This ti, the murderous intent almost materialized, hanging in mid-air like a guillotine about to draw blood, thunderously slashing downward.
"Bang!"
Ye Hanjun dodged to the side, and at the sa ti, Lie Xinxin summoned a fire dragon behind him, pushing back the bizarre black broken blade.
"Passive Ability, Ming Ye Splendor..."
"Active Ability, Ming Ye Holy Grace..."
"Law-Figure-World, Boundless Ming Ye..."
"Nishang, eting here was unexpected, but can we stop fighting each other? Our goal should be the sa."
Ye Hanjun burst backward, in a flash of lightning, he caught a strand of cut hair, his face showing a hint of helplessness.
"A dead person... how could they resurrect from death?"
Ye Nishang did not pursue him further and suddenly stepped out of the darkness, no longer concealing her figure.
In an instant, eight giant black wings, like those of a Fallen Angel, opened up—extrely gorgeous and profoundly shocking.
"Rustle!"
Ye Hanjun didn’t see any familiar Contracted Fond Spirits, such as the Black Phoenix, Black Dragon Turtle, or Black Hole Centaur.
But he saw Ye Nishang’s right eye, the eye socket torn, with the normal flesh and eyeball gone, replaced by a spherical life form, usurping the place.
Inside it, radial black spots appeared, and as Ye Nishang stepped out of the darkness, the spots increased until finally, the sphere was completely filled with blackness, leaving no space.
"Hissss!"
The Dark Elents in the space completely boiled over, and under Ye Hanjun’s feet, his own shadow suddenly ca to life, wriggling and turning into a specter, wanting to part ways with its master.
"The Eye of the Dark Elf... Beast Soldier?"
"What a bizarre integration, actually rging with the human body, interconnected with a series of sensory organs..."
"Moreover, it even has a faint trace of divinity. The source of its bloodline may have significant implications..."
Ye Hanjun marveled, muttering:
"Nishang, it seems you’ve also had extraordinary encounters over the years."
"If I’m not mistaken, you’re just a little short of ascending to a Saint."
"Such a rate of growth, looking at our clan records, there have been very few who could match this in hundreds of thousands of years..."
"Are you really that person?"
A trace of confusion appeared in Ye Nishang’s left eye, the unmarred beauty of her face thawing.
Whether it was the authority intelligence or the fourth headed Contracted Fond Spirit, all ranked as top-tier personal secrets.
How could soone understand so thoroughly without deep inside knowledge?
"Ming Lamp ordeal, Red Dust invasion, united with Cloud Sea."
"That person should have died under the heavenly calamity, using their own flesh and blood to bury the clown emperor..."
Ye Nishang murmured to herself, her hand holding the broken blade no longer swinging.
Ye Hanjun, knowing argunts were useless, simply summoned his Contracted Fond Spirit.
When Little One GuaGua stood on his shoulder, Ye Nishang fell silent, the constantly wavering light in her eyes as if a tempest was stirring within.
"You survived, crossed the heavenly calamity, and carved out this era’s miracle?"
"This truly is... the best news I’ve heard so far..."
"We’ll discuss this matter later."
Ye Hanjun shook his head; he certainly didn’t want to engage in a prolonged discussion in this haunted place.
"Nishang, we must hurry to save Ye Mochou, or things might change."
"Okay!"
Ye Nishang, typically harsh and terse, stirring her emotions or disrupting her ntal state was always difficult.
After a brief lapse, she regained her composure, her eight wings flickering slightly, she sprinted ahead, taking the lead towards the light source.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Hanjun recalled GuaGua and closely followed.
The dungeon’s interior space was vast, initially filled with a strong sll of blood, yet upon closer inspection, not a single drop could be found.
Surely many creatures had once died horrifically here, their traces afterward erased.
In the corners, the accumulating grievances and negative energies, though invisible to the naked eye, deeply stirred the innate sensitivity of their abilities.
"Whoosh!"
Ahead was as bright as dayti, the closer they got, the brighter it beca.
The rapidly flying Ye Nishang beca clearer, correspondingly, her control over the Dark Elent was rapidly diminishing.
Cat Girl had ntioned that to ensure the remnants of the Ghost Lamp could not escape, the Hai Xiong Clan had ticulously designed a chanism.
The Light Seal used deep within the dungeon was specifically to counteract the Ye Clan’s hereditary authority.
The connecting Freeze Seal was to freeze Ye Mochou’s life and perceptions, giving him no chance to think.
From afar, Ye Hanjun saw that huge block of ice.
Its shape was like a cluster of vertical ice crystal prisms, glittering under the light.
Yet, Ye Hanjun and Ye Nishang, almost simultaneously, changed their expressions.
They accelerated together, sprinting towards the ice pillar.
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