Chapter 611 - 607: Ultimate Weapon
Luo Leshuang was thinking of various methods in her mind, but she found that none of them worked.
Unless she completely opened the barrier of the Nine Nether Forbidden Land, letting all the Insect Clan beastmen rush out.
But that barrier was sealed by countless Great Powers of the Witch Clan ten thousand years ago, and opening it was not easy.
However, it was not entirely impossible.
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Outside the Qingqiu Mountain Fox Clan
The elders were still fighting with those Insect Clan beastmen.
Although the Insect Clan beastmen were at a disadvantage, they kept emerging with more beastmen, which also tied up the Great Elder and the others.
At this moment, they felt the change in the heavens and earth, especially the cessation of thunder and the rain no longer falling, which shocked them to the core.
They had never seen such a phenomenon; what was going on?
They were completely bewildered.
At this time, Jing Chu and Wen Nanxi, as the Ancient Celestial Snake, had not stepped onto the steps of the Ascension Road for a long time.
Even feeling the strong attraction from above, they were using all their power to resist this force, tugging and pulling against this attraction.
They were indeed worried about Su Muyao.
However, Jing Chu used his aura to sense the spiritual power fluctuations surrounding them.
He carefully felt it and indeed sensed that mysterious power between heaven and earth.
Wen Nanxi said, "You are saying he has arrived, is it?"
Jing Chu said, "This is the power from the Witch Clan; it’s a Great Divine Power only Pure-blooded Witch Clan beastmen can wield, it must be Yue Wuhen."
Hearing these words, Wen Nanxi was also very excited.
This means Yue Wuhen had come back to life.
"Ayao had always hoped he would come back to life; back then, Nan Feng killed the wife, and Yue Wuhen offered a sacrifice to bring her back to life."
"Now that he has come back to life, that’s really great."
Wen Nanxi takes the will of the wife as his own will.
What the wife hoped for, he also hoped for.
Jing Chu knew about this matter, and he sighed, "It’s said that only people of the Witch Clan wear silver ornaments all year round; that’s their ancient decoration, a mark of the clan’s attire."
"Those silver ornaments are not ordinary jewelry but magic artifacts containing the origin power of the Witch Clan, even with the power to turn the world upside down."
"Now that he has come, Muyao will be safe."
This was something Jing Chu could be sure of.
Jing Chu had lived for ten thousand years, later acquiring some destined power, gaining some understanding of the Witch Clan.
Because back then, he searched over mountains and seas for Witch Clan people, hoping they could help find his wife.
Wen Nanxi thought back to when he went to the Moon Clan; everyone in the Moon Clan wore such attire.
Perhaps they were just a branch of the Witch Clan, mixed blood of the Witch Clan, possessing only a little Witch Clan power, and even changed to the Moon Clan to preserve the tribe’s beastmen.
Even so, they always remembered their heritage, keeping their origin in mind by wearing clothes, wearing traditional attire of the tribe.
They had never forgotten their ancestors.
Thinking of this, Wen Nanxi was also emotionally touched.
"Ding-a-ling..."
This sound gradually became clear from the far and ethereal, as if reaching them from afar.
As Jing Chu and Wen Nanxi looked toward the direction of the sound.
Sure enough, a purple figure appeared in the sky, slowly approaching.
His clothes fluttered, his figure was straight as a jade tree, with a demeanor more exquisite than snow, like spring water and autumn moon.
He seemed to be wrapped in a purple mist and shrouded in an ethereal and sacred mysterious aura, transcendent and peerless.
He wore some silver ornaments all over his body, the silver bell at his waist gently swaying.
The previous sound of the bell seemed to come from this.
As the silver ornaments flowed, they emitted a strong and powerful force, which seemed to be the origin power of the Witch Clan.
His steps were not fast, yet each step seemed to cross endless distance, shrinking the ground to an inch, and instantly he appeared in this area.
Seeing this figure, Wen Nanxi breathed a sigh of relief, "It’s Yue Wuhen, it really is him."
In the moment of relief, as the Ancient Celestial Snake, they were instantly enveloped by the divine light of the Ascension Road and pulled in by the attraction, and immediately, the Ascension Road disappeared.
Luo Leshuang, in the meantime, tried many methods, but couldn’t move an inch.
Her spiritual body was tightly held in place, even the thought of escape could not emerge.
The oppressive force from the sky felt like a mountain pressing down, making it hard for her to breathe.
She looked up intently, trying to see who it was.
Yue Wuhen appeared out of nowhere outside the Qingqiu Mountain Fox Clan, and when he saw those Insect Clan beastmen, he merely lifted his finger slightly, and with a motion, flung a Bell Spiritual Artifact towards those Insect Clan beastmen with immense power.
Sounds of "bang bang..." were heard.
"Ah..."
Countless Insect Clan beastmen instantly died on the spot.
The Great Elder and others felt this power, almost making their legs go weak.
So strong!
They had never seen such a powerful beastman.
"He..."
They dared not even speculate in their hearts.
But seeing his attire, they recalled the records about the Witch Clan within the Qingqiu Mountain Fox Clan.
So, is it a Witch Clan beastman?
Possessing such great divine power, could it be a Pure-blooded Witch Clan beastman is still alive?
The hearts of the Great Elder and others were brimming with excitement.
Pure-blooded Witch Clan beastmen were incredibly powerful and protected the innocent beastmen of the Beast World.
As long as they did not make any mistakes, they would receive the protection of the great powers of the Witch Clan.
This would fill the hearts of beastmen from various tribes with a sense of security and also make them unconsciously follow the moral rules set by the Witch Clan.
At this moment, Su Muyao, upon hearing that familiar bell sound, felt a jolt, with tears instantly welling up in her eyes.
This sound, she was incredibly familiar with, was the bell sound that Yue Wuhen would carry.
Back then, when she was sacrificed and brought back to life, the faint chime resonating in her ears was also this sound, so unforgettable.
It was the imprint of her countless days and nights of longing and guilt.
Su Muyao’s heart ached for a moment, and then fearfully and anxiously started to beat again.
"Is he alive again, is it?"
"It must be him, he has come back to life, he’s here."
Su Muyao was excited and anticipating, but also afraid it was an illusion, or that it was just her imagination.
She clutched her chest tightly, many emotions spreading up, like waves crashing against her, about to surge out.
Amidst so many emotions, tears uncontrollably fell.
"Wuheng..."
Su Muyao softly murmured these two words at the edge of her lips.
These two words were so heavy and profound.
Once again, he saved her.
Yue Wuhen, relying on the spiritual contract sensing with Su Muyao, accurately locked onto Su Muyao’s location.
He arrived here at the fastest speed.
The barrier of the Qingqiu Mountain Fox Clan, strengthened by the ancient characters of the Witch Clan, was like nothing before Yue Wuhen, and he easily stepped inside.
He steadily landed in the center of Su Muyao’s courtyard.
The slight breeze stirred by his landing made his purple robe flutter without wind, adding a few more ethereal and mysterious vibes of smoke and rain.
As Luo Leshuang saw Yue Wuhen’s appearance clearly for the first time, her spiritual body trembled intensely.
Previously thought it was just her speculation, unsure of her beliefs, but seeing him in person, she knew it was true.
This indeed is the pure-blooded beastman of the Witch Clan.
Not to mention his attire and ornaments, which could be faked, but those eyes, at this moment, were emitting a pure purple glass-like luster, a unique mark of the pure blood of the Witch Clan, not something disguises could imitate.
"Pure-blooded Witch Clan... actually still exists, it’s not fake, not an illusion." Luo Leshuang’s last trace of luck in her heart shattered completely.
She was horrified to the extreme, the fear engulfing her like a tide.
Especially when he looked at her, making her aware of something.
She knew, facing a pure-blooded Witch Clan beastman, she had no chance of survival, rather than getting caught and allowing him to find her main body through her spiritual body, it’s better to self-detonate.
Even if doing so would greatly damage her main body, perhaps even losing half of her life, at least it could allow the main body to escape.
With a flash of a thought, she was about to activate the core of her spiritual body, ready to explode herself.
But from the moment Yue Wuhen arrived, he had been watching her, so at this moment, he moved as fast as lightning, throwing something towards Luo Leshuang.
He could use his power to kill this woman.
But she was just a spiritual body, even killing her, it would only be her spiritual body that’s slain.
Daring to harm Su Muyao, he will never let her off, so he must use her spiritual body to kill her main body.
Otherwise, once she escaped, who knows when he could find her main body to kill her.
Moreover, with such a threat hidden in the darkness, he simply couldn’t be at ease.
So Yue Wuhen sacrificed the great weapon, the Witch Clan Seal!