The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 692 - 290: Remnants of the Heavenly Demon’s Sound

"Yaya... where’s Yaya?"

The bewildered Dasania, looking in all directions, simply couldn’t find its past companion.

As if refusing to believe its own eyes, it stopped jumping around. Its five arm-like body organs touched the ground one by one in a clockwise direction, forming a slow rolling posture.

"Squeak, squeak——squeak, squeak——"

From unskilled to proficient, it rolled around Ye Hanjun for ten circles. But aside from two clumps of golden light, Dasania found nothing.

Eventually, it could only position its belly towards Ye Hanjun; its round eyes seemed like they were about to split open as it blankly asked again:

"Yaya... where’s Yaya?"

"It’s inside your stomach."

Ye Hanjun pointed at its body which was plump and chubby—adorable at first glance.

However, as soon as one’s gaze lingered on Dasania’s body, no matter where the focus settled, the patterns on the left arm began to climb.

After a while, the pattern spread to the left shoulder, and continued to creep towards the chest cavity as well as the neck and right arm.

The sensation of itching intensified. Suppressing the urge to scratch, Ye Hanjun felt the speed of his blood flow accelerating, as though an invisible pump were driving his blood circulation.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"...

When most of his chest cavity was also covered with colorful patterns, Ye Hanjun felt as if he were being consumed by an intense fire.

It seemed that if this continued, his body would be destroyed, along with his bones, organs, and flesh... A blossoming moment would be a fleeting blood and flesh firework.

"What a fearsome curse..."

Ye Hanjun turned his head away, refusing to look.

Unexpectedly, this time the pattern’s climb only slowed down—it still persisted.

"Does close proximity also result in being cursed?"

The throbbing grew stronger. Ye Hanjun spread the Wings of Night and swiftly retreated.

When he had put a distance of fifty meters between them, the pattern ceased spreading.

At the distance of a hundred meters, without looking, the pattern showed signs of receding, and his body gradually returned to normal.

"What kind of creature is this? It’s so strangely powerful!"

From five hundred meters away, Ye Liuying looked at the pattern on the back of his left hand, trying to cleanse it with the Dark Element, but to no avail.

After patiently waiting a little while, the pattern slowly withered away since it was no longer being watched, and the abnormality on the back of his hand dissipated into nothingness.

"The higher the rank, the more the danger coefficient of Disaster Beasts, Fiend Beasts, and Wilderness Beasts multiply."

Ye Qi stared at Mo with a deep gaze, akin to the Abyss’s chains.

He extended his palm, where even the fingernail of his pinky was adorned with vivid patterns.

But for some unknown reason, the curse was confined to that area, forever frozen in that small region, unable to spread outwards.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz——buzz, buzz, buzz——"

After a short vibration, the fingernail swelled and then burst with a bang.

Ye Qi’s face remained calm as he examined the missing part of his finger, musing:

"Is the effect self-explosion?"

"Such Disaster Beasts are too suitable for war."

"Casually throwing them anywhere turns them into killing machines. Even the survivors are left with indelible soul scars..."

"Oh, Yaya is inside the belly, that’s good..."

Mo showed an enlightened expression, looked left and right, and rolled closer to Ye Hanjun.

"It doesn’t hurt here..."

It pointed at itself with its superfluous tentacles, its pupils reflecting a strong yearning:

"I want suffering... the more pain, the better!"

"Wait, you can’t get too close to me."

Ye Hanjun flapped his wings, retreating once again.

Who would dare to stay close to this Dasania-shaped pollutant with such abilities?

"Don’t run!"

"Pain! I want pain! Wuu wuu wuu!"

Mo wailed with a sorrowful face, like a child denied milk, rolling after Ye Hanjun.

Its body was extremely flexible, far surpassing its past clumsiness.

Even though Ye Hanjun had the Wings of Night, capable of flying or slipping into shadows, Mo rolled faster and faster.

With its suction cup-like tentacles, Mo could even traverse walls as if flying.

A few tentacles pushed against the ground, allowing it to easily leap hundreds of meters high, landing unharmed.

"Don’t run... don’t run..."

"Night... Ye Hanjun... aren’t we good friends? Good friends should share in each other’s pain..."

Beneath the two-sided eyeballs of Dasania, there was a split on each side, seemingly an oral organ.

With this organ, it produced human sounds, which evolved from indistinct to emotionally charged speech.

"Obviously, Mo’s intellect has significantly enhanced."

"But it seems there’s still a long way to go before ’wisdom’..."

Ye Liuying arched her beautiful eyebrows, watching with relish.

It chased; he fled; he was a bird unable to soar.

This rare scene, if missed today, who knows when it could be seen again.

"Hold on! Don’t come closer!"

Ye Hanjun’s forehead broke out in cold sweat, shouting to stop.

"Give me pain... and I won’t chase you!"

Mo stopped, its two upwardly slanting tentacles twitching spasmodically, as if cramping, yet its tone was unreasonably assertive.

"You still like the same things, huh..."

With no Heaven and Earth Stage at his disposal, Ye Hanjun didn’t hesitate to throw out a Flame Demon Dragon’s crystal.

This type of crystal had a fragile structure and would become a super bomb upon sustaining a strong impact.

"Boom!"

The crystal hit the ground and exploded with a blast.

Mo, closest to the explosion, cheered and threw its entire body into it, bearing the full brunt of the flames with its own body.

"Happiness... happiness is back!"

"Ye Hanjun! We’re good friends forever!!"

The truly flame-enshrouded Mo, completely engulfed in the inferno, endured the cruel torment akin to purgatory.