yready Chapter 882 - 353: The Lost Splendor, Returns to the World!
Chapter 882 - 353: The Lost Splendor, Returns to the World!
"You’re from the Ye Clan?"
The silvery-metallic witch, her expression instantly darkened.
She sized up Ye Hanjun, sensing his aura in secret, yet she couldn’t match him with the Ye Clan in her memory.
"A saint? No, too weak of a physique."
"Not a saint? But where did that Thunder Sword come from? Why is it moving with him?"
Metallic Witch Wu Jinyin, her thoughts in chaos, was forced to halt her reasoning.
Her clan wielded the power of metal, skilled at consuming hard substances and then refining materials beneficial to their spirit-metal bodies from them.
Though their resulting Spirit Wisdom was decent, it wasn’t suited for long-term or excessive thinking.
Once a flaw appeared in her seamless metallic witch body, it provided an opportunity for the enemy, inevitably reducing her combat effectiveness.
"Never mind, if he is from the Ye Clan, I cannot let you stay!"
"Just stand there and wait to die, old lady will smash your head with a punch, it won’t hurt much!"
"Dare to struggle, and I’ll cripple your limbs, smash every bone in your body, and finally press you into a meat pie, stuffing it into the anus of lowly creatures!"
Wu Jinyin stamped her foot, declaring his death sentence while a gigantic metal fist flew towards him.
Her speed was not fast, but her momentum was ferocious.
Though her body was only twenty to thirty meters tall, she felt like a moving iron mountain, impossible to stop from any direction, her fist’s path meant obliteration.
"Clang!"
Sword Thunder Child decisively retreated from the nose of the black metallic witch.
Just as the tip withdrew, the color of the electricity deepened, changing from sea blue to dark blue, then from dark blue to deep purple, as if moving from an incomplete combat state to being fully powered.
However, this time, Sword Thunder Child did not unleash an astonishing sword glow.
It spun in place, like a cross-shaped dart, accelerating, flashing, accelerating, flashing.
By the time Wu Jinyin’s fist arrived, in front of Ye Hanjun appeared a rapidly spinning thunder shield, purple electricity crackling loudly, reflecting eerie lightning within a ten-mile radius.
"Bang!"
A surge of bizarre strength slammed directly, the terrifying sonic boom churning in the current.
Ye Hanjun was flung away, unharmed.
But the Cross Purple Sword in front of him slowly stopped spinning, with severe disturbances in its lightning.
"Witch Jinmo, if you’re not dead, get up for old lady."
"This sword isn’t a Beast Soldier, it’s a pure elemental being, can’t be smashed, can’t be killed, counters our properties, not so easy to deal with!"
Standing still in her punching posture, Wu Jinyin’s face was especially grim.
She too had fallen into a paralyzed state, purple electricity trying to penetrate through her metallic armor into her organs.
Fortunately, with extraordinary physique, she managed to resist the electricity with her fleshly power, barely holding on.
"Clang!"
Sword Thunder Child and Wu Jinyin almost simultaneously regained their ability to act.
Meanwhile, the black metallic witch on the ground suddenly disintegrated.
She used a skill similar to decomposition, forcing the encompassing blue electricity to concentrate onto one metal breastplate.
Removing this breastplate was like discarding a time bomb hidden within her body.
Barely regaining the ability to move, Witch Jinmo gasping for breath, her vitality visibly diminished.
"Metal Fusion!"
Wu Jinyin glared fiercely, her attitude exceedingly adamant.
Witch Jinmo showed reluctance, but glancing at the Cross Thunder Sword transitioning from purple to gold, a fiercer look of resentment appeared.
"Click, click, click—Clang!"
Witch Jinmo disintegrated again, black metallic chunks floating up, as if equipped with targeting radar, firmly enmeshing into Wu Jinyin’s body.
Thus, Wu Jinyin’s silver-metallic witch body displayed black and silver colors.
Not only did she become taller and more robust, the threat perceivable by her spirits also grew geometrically.
Metal Fusion—this is a classic racial skill of the metallic witches.
With this fusion skill, two Supreme Sacred Voidals could compete against a Minor Saintly Perfection.
However, Wu Jinyin was already at Minor Saintly Perfection; after fusion, she could crush even wild beasts at the same level, her confidence swelling by several folds.
"Smash him! Pulverize him!"
"Although my metallic witch clan has never produced The Fetus of God Sealing,"
"our tenacious vitality and iron-willed resolve, since our inception in the First Epoch of the Near Ancient Era, have always been among the strongest of the Holy Clans!"
"Betting on the hardness of metal, infusing the glory of the Witch Clan, flatten! Flatten! Flatten!!"
The voices of the two metallic witches overlapped, incredibly agitated.
Clearly, the enhancement in combat capabilities came at the expense of some mental stability.
Ye Hanjun stood firmly, the ever-loyal Sword Thunder Child moved again.
It didn’t defend, nor did it chop forward.
With a whoosh, Sword Thunder Child actually surged into the sky, reaching at least ten thousand meters in height.
"Rumble——"
The sword trembled, lightning surged violently.
A fist-sized storm of rain and lightning continued endlessly, golden lightning along with roaring wild wind, all pouring down towards one location.
The metallic witch, in a sprinting pose, was less than a hundred meters away from Ye Hanjun.
Her fist froze in mid-air, the dense, raised metal muscles on her arm looked ferocious.
But she couldn’t move, not at all.
A beam of golden lightning shot out from the tip of Sword Thunder Child, entering through the top of the metallic witch’s head.
Hiding in a corner, Wu Xuebi, who hurried to heal her wounds, stared in shock at the streak of lightning piercing the sky, an inevitable sense of horror beneath her pupil.
A little farther on the battlefield, either the Light Witch Goddess or the Cloud Witch Goddess looked up, narrowing her eyes slightly, evidently interested: