"Really... there’s still..."
Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang was stupefied.
Below the rank of Crown, including the Blood Covenants, a Patron could have at most four Contract Imprints, corresponding to four Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits.
This person had already summoned a sword, a zither, a witch, and a freak—all fully equipped.
Yet another mark on his body lit up, the appearance of the Summoning Array undoubtedly proving that Mieng Wu’s deductions were all correct.
"Having the Dual Authority that breaks the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, this goes against our understanding..."
Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang swallowed, dispelling the dread in his heart while his face, covered in tough ats, revealed a nacing glare.
—This youngster must not remain!
Who cares if he’s the first of all ti? Before he reaches the ultimate level, assassinating him, making him die young, and there would be no issues in the future!
Didn’t Mieng Wu say? In the eighth epoch of the Near Ancient Era, Ye Chengfeng, the prodigy of Ming Lamp Night Clan, signed a contract with Ultimate Flash. The Crown Rank and Divine Enthronent were almost in the bag.
Even such a proud child ended up simply as a mound of yellow soil—what was he? Just the second pitiful ghost to follow.
Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang was either recalling intelligence or reinforcing his own belief.
In any case, after a few seconds, he burst into a sinister laugh, his mount Hai Xiong brimming with a murderous intent.
"What a huge bear."
Mu Yi Hanba appeared in front of Ye Hanjun, he himself only a few ters in height, looking up at the enormous creatures around him, his expression bland as if it were an ordinary affair.
In an instant, Hai Xiong approached, its paw striking down without care.
To Mu Yi’s advantage, being small in stature, he slipped right through the gap between Hai Xiong’s paws.
He grasped the bear fur, stepped onto its back, and with corpse-like hands made into claws, stabbed like a knife.
Regrettably, he was no longer at Supre Holy Completion; in the years of rebuilding his rank, he had only just reached Minor Saintly Perfection.
Therefore, he couldn’t break through Hai Xiong’s defenses at once; his corpse claw struck the thick steel-like hide with a ’thud,’ a clear sound to the ear.
"A very formidable enemy, perfect for to practice with."
Mu Yi suddenly beca specter-like, dodging the ’fleshquake’ from Hai Xiong.
Next, he used bandages as appendages to crawl like a spider, moving ghost-like, difficult for the naked eye to catch.
"Insect, scram!"
At first, Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang didn’t consider this creature, not even ten ters tall, a threat.
He saw the chanically modified Chira, large enough in size and with an exaggerated form to be eye-catching.
But after just a few exchanges, Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang shockingly realized that the additional divine breath in the dungeon, not belonging to the chanically enhanced body, was actually emanating from this humanoid from the Corpse Race.
"Wait a minute..."
"Although there are bandages altering his appearance..."
"When the bandages are removed, the jaw sharp, no eyes below the brows, dark blue skin, desolate aura... This is the Hanba? A descendant of the legendary Goddess Ba?!"
Like clearing the clouds to see the blue sky, Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang felt like he had been struck by lightning.
As a Holy King, each of them has been through a hundred battles.
But as powerful as a Holy King, shaking at the ntion of ’Hanba,’ there is nothing improper.
"Whoosh..."
Mu Yi remained silent, looking up at his surroundings.
Now with the sky filled with lightning, at his current rank, if he were to activate ’Desolation Rhythm,’ he wouldn’t be able to cover the Principle of lightning.
Thus, he directly launched ’Devour’ instead, attempting to rob Hai Xiong of its vitality through its fur.
He failed once again; Hai Xiong, relying on its instincts, scratched at the "flea" on its body with a bear paw.
Mu Yi got grazed, his corpse body thrown out, and just before hitting the wall, he used ’Ghostly Soul’ to avoid damage.
"So, there are extra Ability protections, stronger than a standard Holy Beast King."
After several exchanges of lightning, Mu Yi Hanba seed to be at an absolute disadvantage, but he remained calm, no sense of urgency in this fight for life and death.
On the contrary, Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang grew more and more suspicious.
By now, he was absolutely certain this was the Hanba, the supre divine race among the dead.
Even within the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, it was impossible to find a Nether Fond Spirit which could completely surpass them—this race carries honor, born as emperors, their whole lives walking the path of the invincible.
"You managed to sign a Contract with the Hanba Clan..."
"How did you do it? Where did this Hanba co from in the outside world? Aren’t they dwelling in the lifeless Solar Abyss?!"
Inadvertently, Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang, imitating Mieng Wu, threw out a bunch of questions.
Ye Hanjun let it go in one ear and out the other, too lazy to bother.
His brain was ticulously pondering how to break the deadlock.
Mu Yi, at the level of Minor Saintly Perfection, could leverage ’Emperor of Corpses’ to easily blast away a being at Great Completion when absorbing enough life force.
But whether it was Hai Xiong or the young Mieng, they had already transcended the ordinary Supre Holy Completion.
Lan Qixiong likewise, when switching to cha Form, could fight against Minor Saintly Perfection and win as a matter of course.
However, this battlefield was not suitable for it at its current level.
Having just beco a saint, to suppress a Holy Beast King was still too difficult...
"I can erode Hai Xiong’s defenses."
Ye Nishang suddenly transmitted a ssage; as her words fell, she spread out her eight wings and charged directly towards Hai Xiong.
At her left hand, a shadow reconverged, a pitch-black arm resembling that of an evil ghost, slowly grew, and eventually beca massive.
"Snap!!"
Hai Xiong was too big to dodge.
The energy arm, entirely constructed of Dark Elent, silently pierced through its chest, a shocking puncture wound, also drawing the side glances of Mieng Wu, Ye Hanjun, and Ye Yin.
"There’s one more strike, I’d like to save for the young Mieng bird..."
Ye Nishang suppressed the ghostly soul in her right hand, like an assassin who strikes and retreats in an instant, not lingering for a mont.
This was not only a battle instinct refined by long-term training but also an accurate positioning of her role on the battlefield.
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