The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 546 - 241: GuaGua Dynasty_2

"Master Han, I have been studying diligently."

"But the heritage of our ancestors is too difficult, I need to start from the basics. Give me some time, just a little bit will do..."

"Let’s go out."

Ye Hanjun cut off Tang Qingling abruptly and turned to leave.

Pan Zhong performed brilliantly, and in just a few attempts, he had already deduced some rules of the formation.

He changed the method of turning off the formation. Originally, it was set to close once every hundred years and stay active for ten days each time before shutting down automatically.

Now, it could be turned on and off manually, indirectly controlled by him.

However, this was the limit of his control.

As for the other functions, Pan Zhong had just begun to explore them and was far from fully understanding them.

Ye Hanjun agreed with him that from now on, he would reside permanently next to Emperor Tang’s coffin, studying the mysteries of the formation patterns day and night, and manage the entire formation in the meanwhile.

Ye Hanjun wouldn’t stay here, though. He had to go out. In pursuit of excellence, he had to stir up even greater waves.

"Whoosh~~~"

With a flash of light, a group appeared in the center of the teleportation formation.

The strong smell of blood instantly filled their noses. Ye Hanjun took a gentle sniff, his dark pupils shining sharply.

"What’s going on?!"

Du Yuanjia was greatly shocked. The Old Imperial City had unexpectedly turned into a scene of ruins, rivers of blood flowing, piles of corpses, an incredibly brutal sight.

Tang Gu and Tang Zheng’s faces changed dramatically.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t hard to distinguish that these brutally slaughtered humans and Fond Spirits didn’t belong to one single country.

Blue Frog, Red Frog, Grass Frog. All were represented!

Most of them were probably from the Blue Frog Kingdom and the Grass Frog Country, each accounting for forty percent.

The remaining twenty percent belonged to the Red Frog Country. Though fewer in number, their cruelty was not a bit less.

"Go and check."

Ye Hanjun instructed Huazhu.

Huazhu nodded, and in a few flashes, disappeared.

After patiently waiting for a few minutes, Huazhu reappeared, slightly bowed, and said in pure Ancient Witch Language:

"The Old Imperial City is in great chaos. The troops of the three countries stationed here are fighting each other."

"For some unknown reason, the Grass Frog Country and the Red Frog Country have joined forces. The situation of the Blue Frog Kingdom is extremely severe. They are currently trapped in a semi-enclosed area, bordering on a desperate resistance."

Ye Hanjun nodded, then turned to the crowd saying:

"Control your subordinates. Those who disobey the orders will face the consequences."

...

"Commander Liang, we’ve run out of Magic Stones. The defense formation can’t hold much longer!"

"What? What should we do? If we were only dealing with the Grass Frog, we’d have nothing to fear!"

"But they’ve allied with the Red Frog Country. Pressured and besieged by two countries, our situation is like a beast cornered. How can we break out?!"

In the northern area of the Old Imperial City, there is a fan-shaped area bristling with shining banners.

Under the shield of light, hundreds of people concentrate, all with pale faces or unconscious.

In the central tent, Liang Shui, Ling Li, Wang Qiusong, Wang Lutai... the surviving commanders were all present.

Every one of them was emanating a sense of fatigue from within, the prominent worry on their faces making the atmosphere around them exceptionally heavy.

"Blue Frog Kingdom, you’ve reached the end of your rope!"

"Surrender! Those who surrender can avoid death. This is your last chance. If you miss it, don’t blame us for being heartless!"

A thunderous roar resounded from outside.

Liang Shui lifted the curtain of the tent, only to see the area outside the formation being besieged by wild beasts, demon beasts, and insect tribes. His usually handsome square face was now wrinkled like a twisted bun.

"We won’t make it until tonight..."

"This is only the sixth day since the opening of the heritage site, and there are still four days until it closes..."

"Crack!"

Wang Lutai crushed the walking stick in his hand, no longer able to suppress the fear in his heart:

"I really can’t understand why we ended up in such a situation when everything was peaceful!"

"Sun Lin, what do you have to say at this point?"

"This Master Han you trust, where did he go, leaving us to face such a mess? Are we supposed to risk our lives to clean it up?"

"Yes, Sun Lin, your silence won’t solve any problems!"

Zuo Qiu angrily banged on the table. His worried expression was unparalleled.

"I mentioned three days ago. Why do we have to hold onto the Old Imperial City?"

Sun Lin picked up a cup of tea, blew on it, and took a leisurely sip:

"But you didn’t listen to me. You thought the Grass Frog Country was seriously injured, and the number of strong people in the Red Frog Country was limited, so it wouldn’t be hard to hold out for seven days."

"Facts have proven that your decision was wrong. The Grass Frog and Red Frog countries spared no costs. You can’t hold out until the heritage site closes."

"I admit that our judgment was wrong."

Liang Shui shook his head, suddenly interrupting the conversation and said in a deep voice:

"The problem is... what do we do now?"

"If we only care about ourselves, there’s a big chance that we could escape from the Old Imperial City."

"But those elite soldiers we’ve trained so hard to build up, ranked 4th Order and below, we can’t protect them. If they’re wiped out by the Grass Frog and Red Frog Countries, it will be an equally devastating blow for us."

Sun Lin furrowed her brows in deep thought.

After a solemn silence for a quarter of an hour, just as Wang Lutai, Zuo Qiu, and the others were losing their composure, a sudden chaos broke loose outside the formation.

"Roar!!"

"Wow..."

A gap was opened in the besieging army of Fond Spirits.

A golden hurricane and a pitch-black blade descended from the sky with an unstoppable force.

"The Witch... and the Goose Immortal?"

Liang Shui was stunned, he suddenly lifted the tent curtain and walked towards the banner.

Wang Lutai and Wang Qiusong were dumbfounded, fearing that they might have been mistaken, they quickly got up and followed.