UGB Chapter 46 The Good Corpse Descends
Chapter 46 The Good Corpse Descends
Chapter 46 The Good Corpse Descends
The Azure Dragon Ancestor was extremely anxious. He transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long azure dragon and, disregarding the loss of his own essence, frantically traversed the Nine Heavens Gale Layer. He only regretted that he did not have two more pairs of wings, fearing that if he arrived even a step too late, the East Sea Dragon Clan would suffer a catastrophic disaster.
However, he ultimately underestimated the methods and plans of that Northern Underworld Demon Ancestor.
Not long after the Azure Dragon left the East Sea, in the Netherworld Blood Sea deep beneath the Northern Sea, a decree containing supreme majesty resounded like thunder in the hearts of the four Asura Kings.
"Marsh, Brahma, the Desire Realm, Shiva!"
"An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for only one."
"The Witch Clan has invaded the East Sea, seeking to eradicate our Demon Sect's vassals. You must immediately muster your Asura army and, using the teleportation array, descend upon the East Sea Eye!"
"Give me this pledge of allegiance! Let all living beings of the primordial world know that when the Asura is unleashed, seas of blood will rage!"
Upon hearing this, the four Asura Kings' scarlet eyes suddenly blazed with a bloodthirsty, fanatical light.
"I will obey the decree of the Holy Ancestor!"
"My men! Kill!"
With a command from Bo Xun, the 129,600 Asura warriors, who had been waiting in battle, unleashed a roar that shook the Nine Netherworlds.
The next moment, the huge teleportation array deep in the sea of blood suddenly started operating.
Countless mysterious spatial runes lit up, and a void passage connecting the Northern Sea and the East Sea Eye instantly opened.
This was a contingency plan that Kunpeng had devised years ago when he subdued the Dragon Clan, aiming to connect the Northern Seas with the Four Seas and provide instant support.
Dark clouds loomed over the East China Sea.
Just as Zhulong had predicted, the Wu Clan did not give the Dragon Clan much breathing room.
Just a few days later, the calm sea was broken once again.
"Boom!"
This time, the scale was even larger than before.
In the northern sky, billowing turbid air rose like smoke from a wolf's beacon, and twelve terrifying beams of malevolent energy connected heaven and earth. Although not all twelve Ancestral Witches had arrived, at least three of them had come!
The leader was still Gonggong, the ancestral sorcerer of water, with a gloomy expression.
To his left is Houtu, the ancestral sorcerer of earth, who stands on two yellow snakes and holds two golden snakes in his hands.
On the right is Yixizi, the ancestral witch of electricity, with a human face and a bird's body, green snakes hanging from his ears and a red snake in his hand.
The three Ancestral Witches arrived together, followed by countless Great Witches and Witch Clan warriors, clearly determined to settle the score in one battle and completely eliminate the threat of the Dragon Clan.
"Old man Zhulong! If you don't come out and face your death now, when will you?!"
With a roar, Gonggong unleashed a black dragon beneath his feet, creating a massive tsunami that crashed down upon the Crystal Palace.
This time, without the time law of the Candle Dragon to block it, the terrifying flood was like the Milky Way pouring down, instantly destroying countless defenses around the Dragon Clan.
"It's over—the heavens have forsaken my dragon race!"
The remaining ancestor, Yinglong, looked at the three ancestral witches who resembled demon gods, his eyes filled with despair.
Zhulong is seriously injured and in a deep sleep, while Qinglong has gone out to seek help and has not yet returned.
Faced with the siege of these three ancestral witches, the dragon race is now like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
Just as Gonggong was grinning maliciously, preparing to unleash a massacre and crush all the trembling dragon sons and grandsons to death.
A sudden change has occurred!
"Glug glug ...
The seawater, which had been stained black by the evil aura of the witch clan, suddenly began to glow with an eerie red light.
The red light was initially very faint, but in an instant it became so intense that it seemed as if the entire East China Sea had turned into thick blood in that instant!
A chilling, pure, and nauseating aura of iron-blooded killing intent, even colder than the evil aura of the Witch Clan, erupted from the sea eye deep in the ocean like a volcanic eruption!
"Hmm? This aura—"
Gonggong paused, his brows furrowed, staring intently at the sea.
"Splash—!!!"
Blood-red waves surged into the sky, and the seawater parted.
Amidst the astonished gazes of countless witches and dragons, a terrifying army never before seen emerged from the abyss, treading on waves of blood.
The man was strikingly handsome, clad in blood-red heavy armor, wielding a menacing bone spike, and his brows were filled with an arrogant disdain for the world.
The woman was stunningly beautiful and cold, dressed in a crimson veil, holding two long swords in her hands, her eyes revealing a murderous intent in every glance.
Although the number of Asuras was less than that of the Witch Clan's army, their extremely refined killing intent actually withstood the Witch Clan's overwhelming murderous aura!
"The Asura race?!"
Houtu, with her vast knowledge and experience, recognized the origins of this race at a glance, a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes: "Is this the race that Kunpeng created in the Blood Sea, as legend has it?"
"By the decree of the Demon Ancestor! Suppress the invading enemy!"
The Great Asura King Mara stood before the formation, holding a demonic blade formed entirely from the essence of the Blood Sea, its blade pointing directly at Gonggong: "Form the formation! The Asura Blood River Formation!"
"roar!"
Billions of Asuras roared in unison.
Unlike the chaotic charge of the witch tribe, they stood in a highly mysterious formation.
In an instant, endless crimson light connected them together, transforming into a vast, boundless river of blood that enveloped the three ancestral witches and the entire witch army!
This grand formation is the signature technique of the Styx Ancestor. Now, it has been improved by Kunpeng and incorporated with demonic runes, making its power even greater.
Once the formation was complete, waves of blood surged to the heavens, each wave a tainted divine lightning bolt powerful enough to corrode the body of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
"A mere newly formed tribe dares to obstruct my Wu tribe's army? They're courting death!"
Gonggong was furious, feeling slighted.
"Break it!"
He manifested his true form as a ten-thousand-foot-tall Ancestral Witch, wielding a giant fist powerful enough to shatter stars, and slammed it fiercely onto the Blood River Formation.
At the same time, Houtu and Xizi also made their move.
The law of earth is as heavy as a mountain, and the law of electricity is as swift as thunder.
How terrifying would it be if the three Ancestral Witches joined forces to strike?
"Boom—!!!"
Amidst the earth-shattering roar, the seemingly invincible Asura Blood River Formation trembled violently.
Countless Asura warriors coughed up blood and their breath weakened.
Although the four Asura Kings—Mara, Brahma, Kasyapa, and Shiva—are exceptionally talented, they are still relatively young. Mara, the most powerful of them all, is only at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, still a step away from the Daluo realm.
Even with the help of the great formation, the gap between the three Ancestral Witches, who had been immersed in the Quasi-Saint realm for many years, was still as insurmountable as an insurmountable chasm.
"puff--"
After only a moment, Mara was severely injured and was sent flying by Gonggong's punch, his demonic sword shattering into pieces.
"Big Brother!" the other three Asura Kings exclaimed.
"A bunch of ants, dare to call themselves kings?"
Xi Zi sneered, his hand crackling with lightning that transformed into countless thunder serpents, about to tear apart the great formation and nip this nascent Asura race in the bud.
Seeing this, the dragons' glimmer of hope was extinguished once again, leaving them feeling utterly cold.
Even the reinforcements sent by the Demon Ancestor are about to be defeated. Is today truly the day of the Dragon Clan's demise?
At this critical moment.
"Amitabha Buddha—oh no, Infinite Heavenly Venerable."
A clear and gentle Taoist chant suddenly rang out on this battlefield filled with carnage.
The sound was not loud, but it was like a spring breeze and rain, instantly calming the restless sea waves, and even the violent evil aura of the witch clan was momentarily stunned.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
Above the East Sea, a purple aura stretched for 30,000 li.
A pure white, twelve-petaled lotus platform, carrying a young Taoist priest dressed in a snow-white robe, slowly broke through the air and arrived.
The Taoist priest had a compassionate face, with a pure halo floating behind his head. He seemed out of place on this bloody battlefield, yet he was sacred and inviolable.
"That's—a Kunpeng?!"
Gonggong's pupils contracted, then he sneered, "No, the aura is similar, but it's only at the early stage of Quasi-Saint. This is—the Three Corpses Incarnation!"
The newcomer was none other than the benevolent White Lotus Taoist, whom Kunpeng had slain!
"Esteemed Ancestral Witches, now that the Dragon Clan has come under my command, they are my disciples."
The White Lotus Daoist stood in the void, bowing with one hand, his expression indifferent: "You have waged war and committed boundless slaughter, which is truly unseemly. How about you do me the honor and withdraw?"