Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1578 - 1139 Damn, He Seems to Have Seen Me

Chapter 1578: Chapter 1139 Damn, He Seems to Have Seen Me

Negris and the others’ understanding of the Celestial Descendant Clan was based on North Corona. Although he possessed a Sub-Origin Body, his strength was just so-so, leading everyone to naturally assume that the Celestial Descendant Clan was merely like that.

But now, a single beam from South Corona showcased the true power of the Celestial Descendant Clan. This beam wasn’t some slow-moving magic; it was simply light. Just like the ’Holy Light Flash’ of a Little Angel, by the time you saw it, you were already hit.

What made it more terrifying than the Holy Light Flash was that the light beam was more condensed and didn’t diffuse over distance. From the moment it left his hand to hitting a target tens of thousands of meters away, its power did not diminish in the slightest.

One strike obliterated a Mourning Undead Soldier, demonstrating the beam’s might. What kind of attack was this? Origin Power?

Ange remained silent. Instead, the Great Speaker spoke: "It’s neither. This is his signature move—’Southern Crown Strike.’ Target locked, charged over time, terrifyingly powerful. The longest charge time I’ve seen him do is ninety-eight seconds, and with a single blow, he destroyed a plane as large as this one beneath our feet."

"Hiss—" Negris sucked in a breath of cold air. Though the Illusory Rock Plane beneath them wasn’t large, its diameter was still seventy to eighty kilometers. To destroy it in one strike, wasn’t South Corona essentially a walking World-Ending Magic Formation?

And his Southern Crown Strike wasn’t even Origin Power; it was purely an energy beam. Meaning, he purely overwhelmed others with raw power, signifying his immense strength.

The most terrifying aspect of Ange right now was also his raw power. He housed both Little Ghost and Kram—beings at the Plane Will Level. If nothing else, he had an abundance of energy. So long as Ange’s body could endure it, he could overpower many opponents with brute force alone.

That feeling of being stronger than everyone else was simply exhilarating.

"Aaaah!!!" The elderly Mourning Undead Soldier let out a wail of despair. Watching the child die before his very eyes was even more soul-crushing than facing death himself.

Wielding the corpse in his hands, the elderly Undead Soldier went berserk, launching a frenzied attack without regard for consequences.

South Corona kept retreating, his figure swaying like a candle flickering in the wind, gracefully and effortlessly dodging all the attacks.

Negris couldn’t stand it anymore. "He’s such a psycho! He doesn’t kill people outright but prolongs the fight to savor their rage and despair. What’s wrong with him?"

Anthony furrowed his brow as well. He’d encountered plenty of deranged individuals, and killing didn’t bother him. But those who took pleasure in witnessing others’ anger and despair—he particularly loathed them.

"No, I can’t watch any longer. I’ll go beat him to death. Ange, cover me," Negris volunteered.

"Pfft..." While others remained expressionless, the Great Speaker couldn’t help but laugh aloud. Moments earlier, he had admonished others not to laugh, but now he was the loudest of them all, immediately drawing South Corona’s attention.

South Corona’s mental sweep passed over, and he barked sharply: "What was that?!"

The Great Speaker quickly clamped his mouth shut, his face full of regret and shame. He cast a somewhat resentful glance at Negris, as if blaming him: It’s your fault for cracking jokes...

Ange clasped his hands behind his back.

The Great Speaker was soon astonished to discover that even though South Corona’s mental scan had swept past them, he didn’t seem to notice them and instead looked puzzled.

"He really can’t notice us? His mind clearly scanned us. Is this because of the Little Sapling?" the Great Speaker whispered.

Negris shrugged. "Even if he doesn’t detect us, he’ll sense something’s amiss. Either way, we’re exposed. Also, you told me not to laugh, but you laughed louder than I did."

"I..." The Great Speaker wanted to retort, ’It’s your fault,’ but couldn’t bring himself to. It was true—he had laughed too loudly.

Although South Corona couldn’t see anything with his mental probe, he absolutely didn’t believe he had misheard. Something was definitely nearby.

Realizing this, he abandoned the elderly Mourning Undead Soldier, swiftly veering downward and sweeping his arm behind him.

A torrent of low-level Dark Element Energy Spheres rained down like a storm, covering vast swathes of the area. This wave of energy spheres hadn’t even finished falling before South Corona’s other hand unleashed another wave, extending the destruction even further.

This was the true power of the Celestial Descendant Clan: high energy levels, immense reserves of energy, blinding speed, devastating charged attacks, and when dilution of power occurred, overwhelming numbers. Every move was monstrously potent, just like... just like Ange.

The energy spheres predictably rained down on Ange and his group’s location. The Little Sapling quickly withdrew its branches, crossing its True Leaves over its head. After some hesitation, it extended a True Leaf forward to shield Ange’s forehead.

However, how could Ange allow these Dark Element Energy Spheres to strike anyone? He stepped forward, his Star God’s Body radiating from within him, and the hand he kept behind his back suddenly flicked outward.

In an identical motion to South Corona, he unleashed an identical beam of light. With a flicker, it struck the stunned South Corona, creating a flash of intense light from which a White Crystal was sent flying.

The Great Speaker’s eyes widened: "How do you even know his signature move?!"

Negris and Anthony stood stunned as well.

Ange tilted his head and said quizzically, "You said, ’charge’ and ’lock target.’"

"Pfft—so just because I said it, you can do it? I also mentioned that Void Origin is very powerful; does that mean you are one too?" The Great Speaker nearly spat blood. Just from hearing those two words, he mastered South Corona’s signature move? Believing that was harder than believing he himself was Void Origin.

Ange nodded earnestly.

What’s with the nod?! The Great Speaker was baffled. Before he could figure it out, Negris seemed to remember something and cut him off.

Negris slapped his hip and said, "He really does learn as soon as you say it. Ange always had the ability to charge attacks, whether it was that Delayed Magic Concentration Burst Integration Spell or the Hand of Mourning from before. Weren’t both for charging power? If he can charge, why would he ever lack energy?"

"Alright, alright, stop discussing this. Let’s get out of here. Boss, spores!" Anthony interrupted hurriedly.

Everyone quickly gathered close. Ange flicked some nearly imperceptible powder in the direction of the Mourning Undead Soldiers carrying coffins in the distance. Then, he rapidly prepared a Teleportation Array by rubbing his hands together.

Once everyone had gathered, Anthony shouted up at the elderly Mourning Undead Soldier: "Are you coming or not?"

From the moment Ange unleashed the beam, the elderly Mourning Undead Soldier had remained dazed. Hearing Anthony’s question, he dumbly pointed at his own nose in confusion.

Anthony yelled impatiently, "Hurry up!"

"Oh, oh." The elderly Mourning Undead Soldier grabbed the corpse in his hand and flew down.

Ange smacked the Teleportation Array onto the ground. A flash of white light consumed them, and as it dimmed, everyone vanished.

Upon arriving at the new location, the elderly Mourning Undead Soldier appeared thoroughly confused, glancing around warily.

The Great Speaker exhaled a sigh of relief but quickly recalled something. "Damn, I think he saw me. South Corona might’ve seen me."