The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 880 - 352: Cloud Sea Giant_2

He began to levitate, his ascent very slow, and without any remarkable momentum.

But if someone observed from the front, they would discover that the expression of Vampire Prince Bertnar became increasingly indifferent, until... as cold as frost!

"Whoosh—"

A crimson Wild Wind swept by, and Bertnar appeared out of nowhere above the Infant Witch King.

He hung inverted in the sky, his arms lazily crossed, his face beautiful as jade, as if scrutinizing an ant.

"Wa— Wah wah— Wah wah wah—"

The Infant Witch King continued to cry, its Skills growing exponentially more powerful the longer they were maintained without interruption.

Suddenly, a Pale hand grasped its neck, terrible strength enough to topple mountains instantly snapped the fragile neck.

"Eh... eek... eek..."

The Infant Witch King couldn’t believe it, and by the time it came to its senses, it instinctively clutched at its neck, desperately gasping for air.

It was then that it noticed an additional figure above its head, the slight shadow cast down just covering its eye sockets.

"Poor little lamb, may God bless you."

Bertnar smiled pityingly, casually tossing the still-warm body of the Infant Witch King onto the ground.

He turned around, looking toward the nearest Corpse Witch King.

Before his gilded wings even fluttered, a swarm of Blood Bats surged out from behind him, all targeting the Infant Witch King’s body, lunging, devouring, lunging, devouring, in a repeated cycle.

Three breaths—just three breaths.

The Blood Bats returned into Bertnar’s body, his skin flushed with a rosy hue, his demeanor impeccably dashing shifted ninety degrees, his eyes colder than an iceberg, his killing intent heavier than the Abyss.

"Guardian Saint Spirit of the Ye Clan... damn it!"

The Corpse Witch King turned his head and ran, his fleeing posture a sorry sight that would have made Witches double over with laughter in times of peace.

But at this moment, no one could laugh, no Witch dared to.

Bertnar vanished from his spot, followed by a long trail of afterimages, and seized the Corpse Witch King’s neck, twisting it with force.

"Almost forgot, you control the path of the dead, a bit more difficult to kill."

With a single elbow strike, Bertnar completely snapped off the head of the Corpse Witch King and flung the rest of its body to the ground.

Then he lifted his foot, the shiny tip of his pointed black boot reflecting the pervasive Holy Light, mercilessly stomping down without hesitation.

"Boom!!"

The force of the fall was like the collapse of the heavens.

A wave of Blood tide, covering a hundred-mile radius, burst forth surrounding that unassuming boot.

The earth lost its barrenness, forcibly caving in several meters downward.

One must know, this was the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, forged either by divine metals or embedded with Formation Patterns, its hardness beyond any ordinary Holy Spirit’s imagination.

Yet, still, it caved in, the Corpse Witch King, from a melee-focused Witch Spirit with a stature comparable to wild beasts, was reduced to a flat, rotting, indescribable substance.

It died utterly and completely, the Spirits substance in its flesh and blood all stripped away by Blood, leaving no possibility of reconstitution.

The restless Soul, moreover, was extracted by Bertnar, crushed as easily as one would crush a stone on the roadside, ground into dust, heartlessly scattered.

"Whoosh—"

A pale blue Cloud slowly moved above Bertnar’s head.

Bertnar looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as a dot of blood light burst from his pupils.

The Cloud instantly exploded, and a peculiar Witch clad in a blue dance dress, with a swaying, charming skirt, and a demeanor as if a celestial being had descended, emerged.

"Hey, when did the Cloud Witch Lineage start mingling with the Light Witch?"

"If I remember correctly, in the late Ancient Era and even at the start of the Near Ancient Era, among the Nine Seas’ Cloud Sea, weren’t you the rulers, dominating for fifty to sixty thousand years and leaving behind numerous mythological legends?"

Bertnar whistled, his smile taunting.

The Cloud Witch Goddess Witch Yundie, being scrutinized by him from head to toe, remained serene and unaffected:

"Why bring up the past matters today?"

"Although my Cloud Witch Clan no longer has another Witch God nor the same prosperous dominance."

"But before the fall of the Witch God, she promised to bestow Divinity upon the Light Witch, and now that the Light Witch God exists as a deity, isn’t it also thanks to our clan’s contribution?"

"Our two lineages, one the former master of the Cloud Sea, the other the new, have always been as close as siblings, living in harmony up to this day, and we won’t allow you to sow discord between us."

As her voice fell, blue Clouds covered the sky, transforming into a giant blue bird that lunged at the Vampire Prince.

Bertnar revealed a hint of amusement, not dodging, his feet kicking off the ground, his wings beating once, like an arrow shredding the bird, charging straight towards Witch Yundie.

"Think I’m like those petty jesters?"

Witch Yundie chuckled, her arms falling simultaneously as a flash of Sky Light and two cloud mountains crashed down thunderously.

Bertnar sidestepped quickly to evade, and when he tried to surge forward again, he encountered two cloud turtles spinning in flight, not only pushing him back but also aiming to shatter Witch Xuebi on the other side.

"Annoying woman, get out of the way!"

Bertnar immediately blinked away, sending a clean kick that Witch Xuebi in her half-dazed and shocked state couldn’t block, sending her flying far away, completely removed from the battlefield just before.

When she came to her senses, she trembled with rage, not at Bertnar, but at Witch Yundie.

However, like Witch Guangqing, Witch Yundie had never given Witch Xuebi a proper glance.

She locked onto Bertnar, taking advantage of his moment of distraction, relentless clouds tumbling downwards, instantly blocking his retreat.

"Being both at the level of Supreme Holy Completion, it’s not easy to determine who is higher or lower."

"Sadly, I am a descendant of Divine Enthronement, the glory of the Witch ancestors inscribed in my soul; you cannot escape, you are bound to die today."