The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 961 - 379: Mechanic God Mountain_2

They stood an average of thirty meters tall, with slender arms and thick thighs.

They wore steel helmets, their chests covered in crystal patterns, and jets on their heels allowed for propulsion and acceleration.

Yet their weapon of choice was merely their fists.

Bindings made of a very expensive biological material tight-coiled around their wrists for ten loops, instilling a powerful sense of strength.

Approaching from the front, a "mechanical boxer" threw a straight punch that instantaneously flashed behind Ye Hanjun, with the edge of its fist aimed at the back of his head, bringing with it a terrifying sonic boom and a cold breath of death.

"Pfft!"

Ye Hanjun didn’t look back; he simply released his hand from the Cross Thunder Sword.

In an instant, Sword Thunder Child went berserk, its blade cleaving a path through a thorny vine whip crackling with lightning.

Just one encounter, and the sneaky mechanical boxer’s arm was detached, rendering its most critical medium of attack utterly useless.

However, the loyal Sword Thunder Child wouldn’t let the enemy escape for that reason alone.

Its sword tip pierced the mechanical boxer’s breastplate, directly touching the opponent’s energy core.

But instead of destroying it, the sword injected even more tumultuous lightning energy, causing a super overload.

"BOOM!!!"

With a fling from Sword Thunder Child, the mechanical boxer, whose chest erupted in a blaze resembling a golden sun, was flung hundreds of meters, crashing into its companions.

The resounding clash of metal had just begun when the first mechanical boxer, unable to sustain energy levels dozens of times beyond its limit, exploded spectacularly.

Its companions raised their fists, intending to join the assault.

The spatial collapse triggered by the energy explosion devoured all of them in an instant.

After enduring three minutes of chaos, Ye Hanjun and his companions, now looking back, saw nothing but scattered limbs and startlingly exposed wires in the area.

"Tatatatat! Tatatatat!!"

A swarm of "mechanical hounds" burrowed out from gaps resembling rat holes.

There were hundreds of them, each with a small silver pistol atop their heads, and with every halt of their steps came a burst of gunfire.

Due to their small stature and incredible speed, they seemed at first glance like a swarm of locusts, driving those with a fear of dense clusters into utter despair.

Yet, Sword Thunder Child raged.

It enlarged its blade and swept across them like a pendulum, golden electrical arcs leaping like notes of a song, corroding the mechanical beings and wreaking havoc on their energy circuits.

"Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh..."

Shortly after breaking through the encirclement of mechanical hounds, a group of "mechanical adhesive worms" appeared.

There were even more of them and they were on average the size of human fingers, which made them easy to overlook.

However, their attack pattern was exceptionally straightforward: they simply had to spray their bodies’ stored "strong adhesive slime" at their targets and, after discharging everything, they would calmly face their life’s end.

"Whoosh!!"

Huazhu manipulated the wild wind to disturb air currents, preventing the slime from getting close.

Sword Thunder Child, constantly feeling murderous intent, weaved through the insect flood, and any approaching mechanical adhesive worm burst into sparks, their built-in programs completely collapsing.

Thus, the group pressed on forcefully, plunging deeper into the fray.

Mu Shoucong took up the rear, dealing with threats that suddenly appeared from behind.

Occasionally, Ye Hanjun would also open the "Avici Hell," sealing away particularly special mechanical fond spirits as future research subjects.

"Big Tadpole, over here, I hear the roar of monsters!"

After a day and night of relentless combat, the tally of destroyed mechanical transformative bodies and complete mechanical bodies was beyond counting.

GuaGua, ever curious, pinned down a mechanical fly, yanked off its wings, and toyed with it before suddenly twitching its ears and revealing an expression of surprise.

It quickly returned to Ye Hanjun’s side, pulling at his collar excitedly:

"Hurry, hurry! Xiaolan, Xiaoqi, Xiaoxiong might be in this direction!"

"Those villains who kidnapped them must want to transform them!"

"Let’s hope we’re not too late! And let’s hope Xiaolan, Xiaoqi, Xiaoxiong can hold out until we come to their aid!"

"Swoosh!!"

GuaGua activated "Super Light Speed" to scout ahead alone.

Ye Hanjun stepped onto Sword Thunder Child, taking to sword flight.

Ye Liuying, Mu Shoucong, with Huazhu’s help, picked up speed to catch up as fast as they could.

"Wow, they really are all huge!"

GuaGua was moving so fast, it was like an unparalleled steed.

It screeched to a halt in front of metal cages, eyes bulging wide in evident awe at what it saw.

"Roar..."

"Howl! Howl!!"

"Ssssss... Ahhh, yah yah yah yah yah!!!"

Bighorn Giant Cat, Takoo Ape, Diamond Kangaroo, Swallowing Swine, Bull Dragon, Frozen Turtle...

Every one of these wild fond spirits, each a creature from the Unlimited Foetus, held captive in their own cages, listlessly aligned.

More than half were deep in slumber, drooling puddles, completely devoid of any trace of dignity.

The other half, either greedily feasting or pacing restlessly, repeatedly slammed their bodies into the metal cages, searching for a way out.

"Roar! New faces! New humans!"

"You maniacs! Let me out! I am a tributary of the West Sea, aligned with the Reinforced Jellyfish clan. How dare you abduct me?!"

The savage beasts were inherently simple-minded, yet as their ranks increased, they inevitably experienced a slight awakening of intelligence.

The "Reinforced Jellyfish," being one of the more intelligent among them, had grown to the grandeur of Great Completion and was capable of rudimentary mental communication.

It was raging, bristling with anger, its translucent jellyfish body flashing with a terrifying blue light.

Yet through that trembling psychic surge, anyone could sense the deep-rooted fear penetrating its soul. The more frantic and shrill its cries, the more ingrained its terror became.