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Chapter 552: Returning to the Legion! Su Ping is Back!
Chapter 552: Returning to the Legion! Su Ping is Back!
The sword body recovered.
Qian Yi's body squirmed.
However, at this moment, apart from the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword, no other being dared to underestimate this peculiar little sword-wielding man.
As for the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword, at this very moment, it was putting on a performance of utter submission.
Of course, for the Demonic Spirit Sword, this posture was indeed a bit abstract, but all the people present, all the undead, could feel its sincerity.
Including Su Ping, so Su Ping believed in this thing.
He turned to look at the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword and the countless beings within the dark mist, and his mental power washed over them as he spoke:
"Alright, I've proven my strength. Also, I'm not here to negotiate with you. The Sky Tomb is now completely under my control.
If I wanted to, I could temporarily cut off the connection between the Sky Tomb and the Soul Furnace, creating a self-sustaining energy cycle. The Sky Tomb, after a while, will completely disperse its undead energy.
You don't even get to negotiate, let alone have the audacity to set foot on the ancient lands of my Dragon Nation.
The reason I left those words earlier was to give you a chance and also to add another trial ground within the Dragon Nation."
As his voice trailed off, another voice slowly emerged from the endless dark mist:
"Human, you're talking big. Do you even know where you are? If you have such abilities..."
Su Ping didn't bother listening to the rest. He was indeed tired of dealing with these things any further.
The Holy Spirit Rank, once an unattainable level, was now within reach after this breakthrough and Qian Yi's evolution.
Indeed, many of these beings wouldn't back down without a fight, so he didn't bother with idle chatter.
After calling out to Qian Yi, Su Ping's figure suddenly disappeared.
He returned to the special space beneath the Sky Tomb.
Seizing control of the Bone Throne, this was an almost instinctive ability for him.
Controlling the Sky Tomb was also an innate ability.
According to Charles, the Bone Throne was a resource on par with the Legendary Rank.
The most important reason for this was that the Bone Throne controlled the entire Sky Tomb.
This included the Soul Furnace in the special space and the Sky Tomb's perilous realm.
Although the Death Sword mold was gone, the Soul Furnace could still gather undead energy over time to form a high-level resource.
The sword souls required by the Death Sword were transformed into completely random undead resources.
At the same time, the energy leak to the Sky Tomb's perilous realm was completely cut off.
Without the self-sustaining cycle of the Soul Furnace's energy, it was a loss for him, but these Holy Spirit Rank undead beings were indeed shameless. Cutting them off for a while would teach them a lesson.
Three minutes later, Su Ping reappeared above. He didn't bother with the beings still surrounding him but finally turned to Lord White:
"Lord White, let's go!"
Even if these undead wanted to say something, he didn't care. The opportunity had already been given.
"Roar!"
Lord White's true form roared towards the sky, and in that instant, his might was unleashed. The overwhelming dark mist dispersed, and the nearby undead were instantly annihilated, turning into dust.
Only the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword, with a wave from Qian Yi, actually flew to his side.
It circled Qian Yi like an extremely sycophantic lackey, and it was hard to believe that this was a high-tier Holy Spirit Rank ferocious beast.
This also made Lord White abandon the idea of controlling it.
The center of the Sky Tomb's perilous realm, which was once crowded, now had a clear path as they ascended.
The man and the tiger casually chatted as they made their way.
"What were you up to, little one?"
Su Ping didn't bother with pleasantries. The White Tiger before him was almost synonymous with the Saint Dragon Legend. Since the latter hadn't come, it was clear that all the questions asked were on behalf of the Saint Dragon Legend.
"I just shut down the undead energy cycle in the Sky Tomb for a while. After some time, the deadly energy in the Sky Tomb's perilous realm will dissipate.
Let these beings understand that the Dragon Nation can never truly eliminate the undead in the Sky Tomb's perilous realm,
not because of their power, but because of the protection of the Sky Tomb. Without the Sky Tomb, these beings are nothing."
Su Ping didn't care about the Holy Spirit Rank beings hiding in the dark mist, watching them without any attempt to conceal his disregard.
Lord White, however, paused:
"That's not what I'm meowing about! Are you sure you're okay in there, little one?
I'll tell you, if there's anything off about you, you'd better tell me now.
When the master arrives and finds out you're not yourself, it'll be a real headache!"
It was clear that Su Ping trusted Lord White's words implicitly.
He chuckled, "Just tell Saint Dragon that I'm back. Once I return to the legion, I can brief him on the situation inside the Tomb of Heaven."
"Meow!"
The black fog receded, and the large force once again headed outward.
The Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword, not knowing whether it wanted to show loyalty to the legendary totem, Su Ping, the Beastmaster, or Qian Yi, the Sword Master, took the lead and opened a path through the necromantic black fog that enveloped them.
What no one in the Northern Border Legion could have imagined was that the hidden danger of the Tomb of Heaven, a ghost tide that had been attacking for half a year, was resolved by Su Ping in just one day.
At that moment, inside the Northern Border Legion...
Cold Grandpa, who had not slept all night, lay back in a large chair in the command center, his head resting on his shoulder.
He stared at the satellite bird's-eye view of the Tomb of Heaven.
Despite countless internal reassurances, this experienced Ghost Saint, who had witnessed countless life-and-death situations, could not help but tremble slightly.
He stared at the satellite image, his eyes unblinking, trying to discern the situation inside.
However, everyone present, including Yin Luo and Su Anyong, knew that these actions were just a way to deceive themselves.
The isolation of the Tomb of Heaven was not something they could see clearly from where they were.
Soon, everyone's pupils constricted slightly as a figure appeared in the faintly visible area of the black fog.
The figure was all too familiar to Cold Grandpa and the other legion leaders.
The massive sword, with its crimson eye on the blade, unmistakably identified the being.
The Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword! The terrifying high-tier Holy Spirit Rank undead Companion Beast.
It was one of the ultimate forces behind the Northern Border ghost tide.
Cold Grandpa's face darkened instantly as this realization hit him.
Everyone present understood what had happened.
"Damn it! I was wondering why the undead calmed down last night; I thought Saint Dragon had intimidated them.
Turns out they changed their minds and decided to make their move during the day!"
A nearby legion leader, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion, spoke angrily.
Cold Grandpa's reaction was even more intense.
He stood up, his face turning grim. No one present had ever seen him so somber.
Cold Grandpa exhaled slowly, his spiritual fluctuations carrying a hint of death.
He then surveyed the room and said,
"Keep an eye out. After such a long strategic deployment, you should know what to do by now!
These things must think we're afraid of them, still causing trouble at this time!
As Su Ping said, we can use their bodies to evolve our Companion Beasts.
I, the Second Grandpa, haven't helped my grandson in a long time. Let's kill this thing and offer it to him as a gift when he comes out!"
His words carried a chilling intent that made everyone's hearts tremble.
Cold Grandpa, a Holy Spirit Rank from the legion, had a unique past, and countless lives and Companion Beasts had fallen by his hand.
Without another word, he turned and left, not even using the exclusive fighter of the Rift-Space Number.
But from above the command center, a deeply gloomy dragon's roar echoed, announcing the arrival of the Ghost Dragon.
Everyone present knew that the Ghost Saint was truly enraged.
Perhaps it was because he had sat in the command center all night, thinking about his ancestor's situation without any solution.
Frustrated and helpless, he was like a toad in a hole—irritable and restless.
In contrast, Su Anyong remained calm, showing no signs of agitation.
Given the circumstances, no one dared to speak up.
One of the legion leaders spoke up,
"In that case, everyone, be prepared for any unexpected situations. We must not let any chaos arise at this critical moment!"
All eyes were largely focused on the area where the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword had appeared.
They also wanted to witness the clash between the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword and this Ghost Saint.
What kind of speed would a Saint Spirit Rank achieve with all its might?
They would soon find out.
In just over three minutes, Leng Ye, who was still in the air above the command center, had already ridden a black fog that seemed to share the same origin as the Tomb of Heaven and arrived not far from the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword.
A distance of several dozen kilometers was covered in just a few minutes.
In the black fog, Leng Ye's eyes had changed, mirroring the eyes of the Ghost Dragon beneath him.
The whites of his eyes were invisible, leaving only the striking and eerie red glow.
Within that red glow, there was nothing but coldness and unrestrained murderous intent.
Without a second thought, he rode the Ghost Dragon and entered the black fog of the Tomb of Heaven.
"Roar!"
The terrifying roar caused the dome of heaven to tremble.
It also startled the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword, which had been forging ahead, to pause in its tracks.
The enormous, solitary vertical crimson pupil blinked, looking up at the sky, at the Ghost Dragon and Leng Ye within the black fog.
However, Leng Ye didn't hesitate and immediately launched an attack without a word! A pitch-black chain shot out from the black fog, rushing towards the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword.
Capricious Chain!
This was one of the three death-related skills that Leng Ye had mentioned to Su Ping in the imperial capital, passed down in the burial grounds of Dragon City.
Capricious Chain, Magistrate's Brush, and Judge's Edict.
Clang!
The Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword wasn't one to be trifled with.
As the Capricious Chain appeared, it was slashed away by the sword, and a crimson glow erupted from the blade.
The clanging of metal made Leng Ye react without hesitation, unleashing his full power.
"Demon God's Descent!"
In an instant, the Ghost Dragon seemed to be draped in blood.
The boundless death energy seemed to gather on its body at this moment.
The Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword showed no weakness either.
On the sword's body, numerous blood-red eyes, several times smaller than the central pupil, appeared, densely packed, making anyone who glanced at them feel uneasy.
"You dare to resist, seeking death! Judge's Edict!"
Leng Ye's voice rang out, and the death energy gathered in the Tomb of Heaven formed a massive vortex.
The countless eyes on the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword also opened, all of them looking towards the Ghost Dragon.
At that moment,
A voice echoed from behind the black fog:
"Evil Spirit Sword! Leng Ye?"
This voice was like heavenly music to Leng Ye.
However, he frowned and looked at the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword with a cold smile, saying,
"You're quite capable, you ghostly thing! Do you also have such mental attacks?"
It was clear that Leng Ye considered this to be a mental attack.
This angered another presence.
"Roar!"
A roar that was several times more terrifying than the Ghost Dragon's previous one reverberated.
In that instant, not only the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword but also the Ghost Dragon flying in the sky trembled.
Both of them lost their ability to resist in that roar, and in the next second, a White Tiger emerged from the mist, appearing before their eyes...
Inside the command center.
After waiting for a long time, everyone still didn't see any invading ghost tide, so they shifted their attention back to Leng Ye.
Unfortunately, Leng Ye had just ridden the Ghost Dragon straight into the Tomb of Heaven, and no one could see what was happening clearly.
They could only rely on the satellite's bird's-eye view, which showed the surging and shaking death energy within the deathly mist, allowing them to imagine the intensity of the battle inside.
However, what made everyone anxious was that soon, there was no more movement inside.
Just as many people were getting restless and preparing to send someone in to check, suddenly, everyone's eyes widened in shock.
The first to appear was the Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword.
Then, Leng Ye walked out, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
But what made their eyes almost pop out was what happened next.
The Supreme Demonic Spirit Sword, which should have been incompatible with the Ghost Dragon, was now circling in front of it. Although it seemed slightly provocative, Leng Ye didn't attack.
Instead, they walked out together? What the hell was this?
Soon, they understood what was going on.
A giant White Tiger appeared, and Su Ping's figure was riding on its neck as they emerged from the black fog.
(End of Chapter)
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