My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1239 - 477: The Young Lady Speaks

Chapter 1239: Chapter 477: The Young Lady Speaks

Even though the tomb of Borg had been discovered and Lord Sun had learned that both the old man and the Great Chieftain had hidden numerous secrets, Lord Sun still believed that "the advantage is mine" and that Nine Realms Sky would remain dominant. For example, at that moment, if Nine Realms Sky hadn’t sent a message in time, Lord Sun, hiding in Snow Mountain Ancient Destruction Domain, would have missed the opportunity.

Borg suddenly abandoned his physical body, transforming into an extraordinary Witch Soul. Not only did he sacrifice his own body and the bodies of numerous Demon Beasts, but even the two artifacts originally used to preserve his consciousness, the Earth Creation Bottle and Mountain Pulling Whip, shattered together and fully merged into the Witch Soul.

Lord Sun believed that the clues left by Borg in the Golden Leaves Ancient Books were not entirely meant to mislead future generations. It was more likely that Borg had prepared two plans. If his descendants genuinely followed the messages he left in the Golden Leaves Ancient Books, he would successfully transform into a Witch Barbarian, maintaining his self-awareness.

If his descendants harbored evil intentions, those clues would mislead them, and Borg would abandon his body at a critical moment, transforming into a Witch Soul, rendering all their plans moot.

The Earth Creation Bottle and Mountain Pulling Whip were originally used to preserve Borg’s consciousness. After transforming into a Witch Soul, these two artifacts, in some sense, became his "womb" and ended up being a burden. Once someone got hold of these two artifacts, they could control the Witch Soul to a certain extent. Borg decided to break them both and absorb them into himself.

However, when the Earth Creation Bottle shattered, Nine Realms Sky felt lost and resentful. The old lady did so much, just so her son could obtain this treasure, but it was destroyed without consideration!

The Witch Soul had already stirred up boundless black smoke, not only enveloping the Heavenly Witch Banner but also sealing off the entire valley.

Within this area, there were thousands of elite warriors from the Northern Plain, hundreds of Witch Priests of varying ranks, hundreds of Northern Plain nobles, and the Tribal Leader. Amidst the black smoke, ghostly moans and howls echoed, and terrifying ghostly faces appeared in everyone’s vision, standing taller than an average person, with red eyes and a mouth full of tusks.

Under the leadership of the squad leader, elite warriors formed a tight circle and raised their shields while gripping their weapons tightly. The squad leader roared, "Don’t be afraid! Ghost Spirits fear the blood and vitality of seasoned warriors like ourselves..."

But as those ghostly faces swooped in, they merely inhaled above their heads, and the warriors’ Three Souls and Seven Spirits, mixed with their blood and vitality, fell into the mouths of the ghosts. A loud belch echoed in the black smoke, and the entire elite squad fell silently, turning into dried corpses, as if dead in the desert for hundreds of years.

What the squad leader said was not wrong, but that was for ordinary Ghost Spirits. Borg’s transformed Witch Soul was at Tier-8!

As black smoke filled the air, the Great Chieftain’s heart raced with panic, his sweat drenched his disheveled hair. The remaining Golden Leaves Ancient Books hovered around him, secretly calling for help from Nine Realms Sky: Your Excellency, help me!

Nine Realms Sky was filled with resentment toward Borg for destroying the Earth Creation Bottle and immediately poured its power down, enveloping the Great Chieftain.

However, the screams from within the black smoke persisted, and the Great Chieftain knew, without calculating, that his guards were nearly all dead or injured.

His panic grew as he realized that Borg harbored deep hatred towards him. The black smoke kept devouring others, but always trapped him and never consumed him – it was playing a cat-and-mouse game!

Nine Realms Sky detected his fear and timely intervened: Why not withdraw the Heavenly Witch Banner? The Witch Seal can’t trap the Witch Soul, but the one thousand eighty banner flags are also a treasure.

The Great Chieftain found the suggestion reasonable! He waved the scepter in his hand, and one thousand eighty banner flags rose from the ground, converging and integrating into the scepter while spinning. The power of the scepter increased drastically.

At the same time, Lord Sun and his party emerged from the Snow Mountain Ancient Destruction Domain unimpeded. But after Lord Sun took a glance at the situation, he gestured and withdrew his people back into the domain!

What was the rush? Borg and the Great Chieftain hadn’t determined a winner yet.

Suddenly, a giant ghostly face covered in blood appeared in front of the Great Chieftain with a loud boom. The Great Chieftain poked it with his scepter, and the ghostly face let out a painful scream. The Great Chieftain felt dizzy, as the ghostly scream tore at his soul.

From the black smoke, countless ghostly claws emerged and filled all the emptiness around the Great Chieftain, reaching for various parts of his body.

Suddenly, the void shook, and the ghostly claws dissipated – Nine Realms Sky had intervened, saving his life and easing its guilt.

The Great Chieftain woke up in a cold sweat.

His scepter was still stuck in the ghostly face, which was now twisting and spinning around the scepter. The Great Chieftain took one look and was struck by another wave of panic. The twisted ghostly face, through visual effects, conveyed a terrifying sense of erosion and pollution to the outside world. The Great Chieftain immediately felt an indescribable pain in the depths of his soul. This pain spread from his soul to his body, creeping down his neck and gradually infecting his entire spine.

If someone had been standing behind him at that moment, they would have seen steel-needle-like black bristles sprouting along his spine and quickly growing out, tearing through his clothes.