novelhk Chapter 1532. Return.
Chapter 1532. Return.
"Buzz—!!!"
A beam of intense white light exploded from the sky, instantly engulfing everything.
The white light was so intense that it seemed as if a miniature sun had suddenly bloomed in this secret realm.
Ye Ge couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly.
Even his extremely Yin Eyes could not be fully opened at this moment. The white light pierced through his eyelids, burning his retina, leaving only a surging, blazing white in his field of vision.
The white light lasted for three breaths.
When the white light finally dissipated, Karl and Sima Qing had vanished.
Gao Shenxue remained silent for a moment, then slowly lowered her raised right hand.
The twelve Herka swords flew back from the void, like silver swallows returning to their nests, and hovered silently behind her.
She glanced down at the spatial aura clinging to the sword, traces left from traversing the spatial portal, rippling gently across the blade like waves.
Gao Shenxue pondered, "Did they use a spatial warp portal to deflect the subsequent attacks from the other Herka's Swords, and then escape with a special flashbang...?"
Baihu glanced at Yege and said indifferently, "Just let him go like that?"
Ye Ge shrugged: "There's nothing I can do. That last burst of the power of the Law of Existence completely drained my mana."
So even if he had left the First Qilin behind, he probably wouldn't be able to destroy it in a short time.
"At the seventh level of the Soul Emperor Realm, being able to unleash the power of laws twice in such a short time is already an unimaginable limit," Zhuque said. "It's already quite good that this child didn't faint like the others."
"Um......"
Qinglong responded, then glanced sideways at something not far away.
The three eleventh-tier ferocious beasts, spirits, and deities—Longzhi, Bifang, and Yayu—were being suppressed firmly on the ground.
They were entangled by the Azure Dragon's wood-attribute dragon tree vines, and further bound by the White Tiger's Geng metal lightning lock. Despite their constant roaring and struggling, they remained unable to move.
"Fortunately, we managed to capture these three," Qinglong said calmly.
"Roar!"
The nine heads of the dragon-like creature simultaneously rose, its eighteen eerie green eyes fixed on Xia Xiyao and the others closest to it, emitting a ferocious, hoarse roar:
"Junior! Release me now!!!"
Bifang stood on its single foot, crimson flames surging around it, but were repeatedly suppressed by the Gengjin Thunder Lock.
The Yayu's face was filled with resentment and venom, its eyes staring at the crowd as if they were weeping blood, yet it could not move an inch.
After the death of Sima Qing, the ghost tamer who originally controlled them, these three ancient ferocious beasts regained their original self-awareness.
But clearly, even without the control of the ghost tamer, they are still very unruly.
The white tiger snorted coldly and raised its hand to press down.
"Shut up!"
"Sizzle—!!!"
A bolt of white-gold lightning descended from the sky, striking precisely the bodies of the three ferocious undead beasts! The lightning was not fatal, but it carried a holy pressure powerful enough to make the undead tremble, instantly turning their roars into low whimpers.
Longzhi barely raised his head, one of his nine heads staring intently at the white tiger, his voice filled with resentment:
"White Tiger! You are one of the Four Ancient Divine Beasts, how come you've become someone who's willing to be a henchman for a weak and talentless race like humans?!"
The white tiger crossed its arms, a cold glint of disdain flashing in its silver-gray eyes: "That's still better than you being directly bound by a soul contract and chained like dogs, isn't it?"
Ye Ge then took out a golden treasure box.
It looks like an exquisite gold urn.
But this is a genuine gold-quality treasure, specifically used to seal and store undead creatures of the ghost and god level.
"Snapped"
Ye Ge clasped his hands together in prayer.
His eyes closed slightly, his lips moved gently, and he silently recited an ancient incantation:
"Ghost Control Technique—"
"Undead Sealing Technique!"
The golden treasure box opened, and three golden soul chains shot out from it! The chains were covered with intricate runes and light, drawing three golden trajectories in the air, accurately binding the necks of the three ferocious beast spirits: Longzhi, Bifang, and Yayu!
"Roar—!!!!!"
The three-headed ferocious beast undead struggled frantically in an instant!
The nine heads of the dragon roared simultaneously, its nine tails lashing wildly; flames surged around the Bifang, almost igniting the surrounding dragon tree vines; the Yayu's human face twisted into a terrifying shape, its scorpion-like tail lashing desperately at the ground...
However, the three soul chains tightened more and more, as if connected to their souls themselves, and no matter how they struggled, they could not break free even a little.
Dazzling golden runes appeared on the chains.
At the same time, a purple rune mark appeared on the neck of the three ferocious beast spirits—it was the ghost-controlling contract mark that Sima Qing had set for them before his death.
"Whoosh—!"
The purple runes, like pieces of paper that had been set ablaze, burned and dissipated in an instant, turning into countless tiny purple specks of light that drifted into the air.
The original contract has been erased.
Immediately afterwards, three golden rune marks reappeared and were imprinted in the same location.
Ye Ge's eyes narrowed:
"receive!"
"Splash splash splash splash—!"
Accompanied by the sound of chains being pulled.
The chains of the soul suddenly tightened!
The enormous, mountain-like undead body rapidly shrank, twisted, and was dragged toward the small golden urn by the chains!
Longzhi, Bifang, and Yayu let out a final, unwilling roar, but they were powerless to resist the power of the seal.
"call out--!"
Three streaks of light disappeared into the treasure box.
"Snapped."
Ye Ge closed the box lid with clean and efficient movements.
The next moment, he suddenly felt his feet become unsteady, his body felt heavy, and a wave of fatigue washed over him.
Bai Xueling quickly supported him from the side.
"You really are overworking yourself," Bai Xueling said with concern, frowning.
"It's alright, I just need a rest." Ye Ge said, glancing at the people lying in the secret realm. "Let's take everyone else with us and leave this secret realm first."
He'd had enough of that ghostly place that drains spiritual energy.
I need to hurry back to the Demon Realm and recover properly.
Xia Xiyao: "Okay."
Gao Shenxue raised her hand and waved.
Dozens of small robots flew out, extending their tiny mechanical arms to lift up Nangong Qiuyue, Long Ying, Ququ, and the other unconscious people one by one.
"Speaking of which, Xiao Ye," Xia Xiyao suddenly remembered something and looked at Mo Nanxi lying not far away, "what about that female pope of the Extreme Yin Sect?"
After casting the final "Ghostly Silence" spell, Mo Nanxi immediately fainted.
Ye Ge smiled and said, "Of course we'll take them all back to the Demon Realm."
"This is one of our important prisoners."
He paused for a moment, then suddenly thought: 'Speaking of which, I wonder how the Allied Forces of the Myriad Races are doing now...'
Under the Zerg's blood sacrifice array, the entire Crimson Plains will probably be doomed.
Those who didn't escape before the blood sacrifice formation was activated are mostly doomed.
I wonder how many of those people in the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races—Ao Sheng, Gul'sas, Tar, Lion Thunder, Gom, the three Demon Lords—will survive?