Chapter 1103 - 579: True Origin Value Soars

"Who?!"

Just as the Saint Heir was only a step away from descending upon Canglan, he shouted in anger and surprise upon uttering these words.

Zhang Hehua immediately saw dozens of gray-white chains suddenly emerge from the boundless darkness, shooting towards the flesh ball like thunderbolts.

At this moment, the World Power had not only repaired the hole in the "membrane," but had also thickened it significantly.

The bloody river fiercely impacted the "membrane," yet it couldn’t shake it in the slightest.

This meant the path of return for the flesh ball had been completely severed.

In Great Xia idiom, this was akin to — closing the door and hitting the dog!

Came in well!

Now can’t go back!

Especially when the avatar had not completed the final step of descent and was at its weakest.

As a Venerable level strongman, the Saint Heir was certainly no fool; he naturally understood he had been fiercely duped.

He never expected it; every time he asked the Canglan subordinates, they confidently assured him everything was going smoothly.

He also believed it, which is why he confidently descended from the Pain Wilderness to Canglan Star.

Yet, at the most critical moment, an incredibly fatal mistake appeared at the Descent Altar.

Useless!

You are all useless!

It was because of this that the Saint Heir was both shocked and enraged.

The next moment.

The gray-white chains tightly wrapped the flesh ball, layering it in layers inside and out.

The flesh ball struggled desperately, but the chains seemed like stubborn diseases attached to bones; it couldn’t shake them off.

"Who are you?"

The Saint Heir angrily shouted again.

He could sense that initially, the chains weren’t very familiar with his power and seemed somewhat clumsy.

But after a moment, the chains completely familiarized themselves with his Venerable power and began to seep into the avatar with no openings left.

The avatar was already in a weak state, and this completely deprived it of resistance.

Based on this, he could confirm with absolute certainty that this was definitely another Venerable of the Five Colored Flame Race.

If it wasn’t a kin, it couldn’t have achieved this so quickly.

However.

The Saint Heir’s question received no response whatsoever.

His gaze immediately turned to the blood snakes flying through the sky, attempting to control them to attack the chains.

Just like eroding the world barrier earlier, to corrode and break the chains, so he could free himself.

His own power was restricted, but he could leverage external forces.

"Boom!"

A muffled heartbeat sounded from within the flesh ball.

The blood snake swarm quickly split into dozens of strands, surging towards the chains in a sweeping manner.

At the same time.

The chains underwent a strange change.

Countless tiny gray glows emerged from the surface of each chain, forming a gray mist that wrapped around the chains.

When the blood snakes collided with the gray mist, they silently dissipated, never having the opportunity to corrode the chains.

How could the Saint Heir not realize that this fellow Venerable was well-versed with the altar and had already prepared means to deal with the blood snakes?

He focused on observing the gray mist and immediately saw a clue, shouting, "Stop pretending! I know you are a Venerable of the White Flame Race!"

*

Carmenia Federation.

A little over a hundred kilometers from the Descent Altar.

Yang Fan was calmly seated on a couch in a mid-range apartment, observing a family having dinner.

The male head of the household appeared to be over forty years old, even at home, he proudly wore a Level 2 loyalty medal on his chest.

This counts as a relatively high-ranking medal.

Only intermediate officials or military officers of the Federation could obtain it.

Seated at the dining table were three young women, each possessing a bit of beauty, all in their twenties, quietly dining.

They were all the man’s wives.

Although the Federation had transformed into a Demon Realm, humanity displayed strong adaptability, and society quickly formed a new ecological system.

The government issued decrees allowing Level 1 loyalists to marry six legal wives, while Level 2 loyalists could marry three wives.

In a way, this served as a reward for loyalists.

And the families of loyalists were exempted from certain terrible things, so the women of the Federation rushed to marry loyalists.

Through this method, the Federation could significantly stabilize its own rule.

Because from the loyalist’s perspective, maintaining the Federation’s interests was akin to preserving one’s own interests.

No matter how terrible a country was, there would always be a group of supporters.

At this moment.

With a beef chunk in his mouth, the male head occasionally glanced at his three young wives, revealing his satisfaction with his current life.

He swallowed the beef and spoke in a commanding tone, "Ai Li, Sarah, tonight you both join in."

The so-called "join in" was unquestionably "join him in bed tonight".

The two named wives quickly squeezed out smiles in response.

"Okay."

"I understand."

The other wife who wasn’t named secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because this man liked some perverted play, those accompanying him in bed often endured torment.

Yang Fan observed the Federation’s social ecology while remotely monitoring the World Power intercepting the Venerable’s descent on the void battlefield.

"...You are a Venerable of the White Flame Race!"

The Saint Heir’s angry roar suddenly reached his ears.

Yang Fan smiled slightly, his thoughts stirring once more.

Alright!

I won’t pretend anymore!

The chains binding the Saint Heir in the void immediately ignited with fierce gray-white flames.

This was indeed the signature power of the White Flame Race.

Any blood snake that approached would turn to ashes instantly when scorched by the gray-white flame.

But that was not his only means.

"Zhi! Zhi!"

A series of bizarre cries echoed from the chains.

Soon after.

An even more astounding scene unfolded.

One by one, indistinct white shadows, resembling some kind of insects, darted swiftly through each chain and touched the meatball.

The meatball began to wriggle more rapidly, as if bitten by a snake.

The voice of the Saint Heir first revealed a tone of shock: "What power is this?"

Yang Fan’s gaze was profound, and he answered the question in his mind: "This is a powerful ability metamorphosed from the Supreme Treasure Soul-Stealing Cicada, called ’Withering and Thriving Spiritual Cicada’."

"Clang! Clang!"

The chains continuously emitted clanking sounds.

This was Yang Fan’s significant achievement in the study of demons—the Soul Locking Demon Chain.

The core of the chains was composed of the highly advanced Ancient God’s Dark Flame.

Thus, dozens of chains could trap the Saint Heir’s descending avatar.

"Zhi!"

Accompanied by an unprecedented loud cry.

The Withering and Thriving Spiritual Cicada formally invaded the core of the meatball.

Yang Fan’s eyes flickered, seeing across the void a phantom demon body slumbering inside the meatball.

He uttered a "huh", slightly surprised.

Obviously.

Only a soul shadow of the Saint Heir had descended, and the construction of the body was incomplete.

It probably intended to descend to Canglan Star and use a large-scale blood sacrifice to cultivate a body with immense power.

With the Venerable level, achieving this goal might require a blood sacrifice of at least several million Canglan People.

The Soul Locking Demon Chain followed closely, penetrating the meatball and trapping the Saint Heir’s soul fragment.

Dozens of Withering and Thriving Spiritual Cicadas swarmed, effortlessly spearing their sharp illusory mouthparts into the soul fragment, beginning to extract the Saint Heir’s soul power.

This was an exceedingly horrifying ability produced after the evolution of the Jade Cicada.

It could forcibly extract the target’s power while leaving them alive, without the need to kill them.

"Damn it!"

The Saint Heir roared again, his voice tinged with a faint trace of fear.

It could sense the continuous loss of soul power, but was helpless about it.

This was because it was a terrifying means at the Law level.

It couldn’t comprehend this law, and naturally couldn’t stop any of it.

Yang Fan was incredibly delighted to discover that the accumulated True Origin Value within the Spiritual Cicada was rising at an unimaginable speed.

In the past few months, he had painstakingly hunted knights, accumulating over 5000 points of True Origin Value.

At this moment, each passing second seemed to jump the True Origin Value by nearly four figures.

After one second, the True Origin Value reached 5948 points.

After two seconds, the True Origin Value was 6904 points.

After three seconds, the True Origin Value was 7862 points.

...

Up until the eighth second.

The True Origin Value soared to an astounding 12640 points, and then the increase slowed, climbing by only over 400 points per second.

"Who exactly are you?"

The Saint Heir was nearly driven mad, his voice filled with intense fear.

Even the Demon Venerable found the secret technique of forcibly drawing soul power terrifying.

Yang Fan did not respond.

He saw the True Origin Value jump to 13,000 points, feeling a supreme joy.

Indeed, to pluck wool, one must do it vigorously on the strong, as scavenging knights was too laborious.

*

On the other side.

Descent Altar.

Under Zhen’s command, a demon grabbed Zhang Hehua with one hand, as if holding a chick, and strode towards the altar.

Eduardo could only watch this scene in despair, not daring to intervene.

As the master of the Azure Palace, he controlled the vast Carmenia Federation, yet now he couldn’t even protect his own woman.

He regretted it.

Truly regretted it from the deepest part of his heart.

Zhang Hehua still remained in a peculiar state, witnessing the battle in the void, completely oblivious to the impending death.

She "saw" the meatball housing the Saint Heir’s presence beginning to rapidly decay on the surface, constantly leaking a black liquid.

She didn’t understand what had happened, but one thing was quite certain—the method used by Mr. He seemed to have pushed the Saint Heir to a desperate situation.

"Who exactly are you?"

No answer responded to the Saint Heir’s roaring question.

His anger shifted to the Descent Altar: "You useless bunch, letting the enemy infiltrate the altar!"

He saw clearly that the source of the Soul Locking Demon Chain was also the altar and that it even provided substantial energy for the chains.

It was an absolutely ridiculous joke.

The altar, painstakingly established by the demons, and the collected power was instead utilized by the enemy.

How could the Saint Heir not be furious?

At this moment.

The demon swung his arm, heavily smashing Zhang Hehua against the ground.

It noticed this woman’s peculiar state and intended to wake her up; otherwise, the torture wouldn’t be enjoyable.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound was heard.

Zhang Hehua felt her back slammed so hard that her entire body seemed about to fall apart.

She cried out in pain, immediately snapping out of her odd state, and saw a demon in human skin.