The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 815 - 331: A Series of Disasters

The handsome mermaid panicked.

It was the first time he had seen such a vast magnetic field storm.

"Zzzt— Zzzt—"

Above the Nether Water, beams of light constantly shot toward the center.

In the violent collisions, a dull resonance hammered against the heart, waves rose on the water’s surface, followed by surging tides.

Eventually, hundreds of meters high, the Nether Water loomed like a toppling mountain.

The handsome mermaid shivered with fear, coiling his fishtail into a ball, his frantic appearance as if his soul had been scared away.

"Not good! The Nether Water is going berserk!"

"A super-sized magnetic field storm... I only heard rumors of it, I’ve never witnessed one with my own eyes!"

"Am I going to die here today? No! I just pledged loyalty to the new Mermaid King, aspiring to achieve great things, this this this... Help!!"

"Quiet."

Ye Hanjun glared at the handsome mermaid, who shuddered so hard he couldn’t help but flop to the ground.

"In the face of danger, losing one’s composure does no good, does it?"

"The Mermaid King teaches rightly! The Mermaid King teaches rightly!"

The handsome mermaid took deep breaths desperately, forcibly dispelling some of his fear, and said in panic:

"What should we do, Your Majesty the Mermaid King?"

"I’m out of ideas and don’t know what’s best, please give instructions, and I will follow them!"

"You said... usual magnetic field storms can just be sensed and shielded?"

Ye Hanjun murmured while looking at the sailboat that was still sailing steadily through the chaos:

"This old ship, although outdated, seems to be carved with formation patterns that resonate with Nether Water, which might block it for a moment..."

"Turn the ship, and veer away from the storm’s center as much as possible."

"By doing so, even if we can’t escape, if we’re in the outer circle, the level of threat will be mitigated."

"I’ll take the helm!"

Ye Yin made a quick decision and, after climbing over the large body of the young Chimera, swiftly entered the steering room.

"Hiss!"

"Baa!"

Both the snake and sheep heads woke up from the storm, only the Lion Head was half asleep, thinking it was all but a strange dream.

By the time the Lion Head was bitten awake by the snake and sheep heads, it was bleary-eyed and yawning.

The snake head glared fiercely at the sky, and the sheep head readied its horns, eager to face the onslaught of Disaster.

"Eh?"

Mo, holding onto Ye Hanjun’s ankle, suddenly looked up blankly.

Above his head, the storm split open out of thin air, with dreamlike beams shooting straight into his body.

In an instant, Mo screamed in pain, subconsciously grabbing onto Ye Hanjun and almost twisting his lower leg into a twist.

"Pain... so painful... it’s killing me!"

"I haven’t even digested it... burp... ugh..."

"Ye Hanjun... so being too full can burst one’s stomach? That’s great! I’ve experienced a new joy!"

Ye Hanjun, whose leg was entangled and was in so much pain that he gasped for air, his expression changed from one to another.

He immediately used layers of shadows to create some distance from Mo.

Then, he stared at a noticeably weakened area of the magnetic field storm right above them.

And looked at Mo, who kept fluctuating in size with spreading cracks over his skin, with a startle in his heart.

"A magnetic field storm... can it also be considered a Disaster?"

"This is bad, if Mo explodes from overeating in an Out of Control state, he might not be able to control the [Great Calamity Evil Demon Curse Body], and might accidentally harm us!"

Ye Hanjun felt his heart in his throat, and Ye Yin, not far away, also realized the severity of the situation, steering the wheel with sweaty palms, doing his utmost to steer clear of the core of the storm.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

Alerted by the Spirits, Ye Hanjun moved quickly, forcibly recalling Mo, not allowing him to absorb more energy from the Disaster.

Meanwhile, he hugged GuaGua tightly, closed his eyes, and blocked his ears—shutting down all his sensory organs as much as possible.

To be honest, this was a terrifying experience.

When your eyes no longer see light, your ears no longer hear sounds.

Even your fingers can’t tell if something is hot or warm; it feels like sinking into the deepest part of a dark swamp, losing all sense of self.

In the wait that felt like an eternity, Ye Hanjun dared not move, maintaining the same posture all the while.

As his conscious began to drift into a deep sleep, he suddenly woke up, quickly opened his eyes, and surveyed the extent of the damage.

"Hey, wake up!"

Ye Hanjun kicked the handsome mermaid who was sound asleep, coiled into a ball.

A distinct footprint appeared on the handsome human-like face, the mermaid oblivious to it, his drool wetting a good portion of his neck.

"Even your pain receptors got shut down?"

In Ye Hanjun’s eyes, six purple Magatamas suddenly lit up brightly, shocking the handsome mermaid so much he jumped ten meters high, his face filled with extreme terror.

"Am I dead? Am I already dead?"

"Where is this? The Salted Fish Temple? No, no, no... I’ve paid respects to Bullfish and Horsefish, please let me return my soul, I’ll be your dried fish in my next life!"

The handsome mermaid, in tears, suddenly stopped his wailing.

Cautiously raising his head and seeing Ye Hanjun’s expressionless face, he shuddered and instantly went from deep sorrow to immense joy:

"It’s great! I’m not dead!"

"Long live the Mermaid King! The Mermaid King has shown his mighty powers! All fishkind above, I’m alive!"

The handsome mermaid, performing a one-man show, kissed Ye Hanjun’s Crystal Heel and shed a long trail of tears moved to near fainting.

Ye Hanjun restrained the urge to thrash him and looked up to confirm the storm had dispersed.

Then looking at the ship, even though no cracks were visible and it seemed intact,

He vaguely felt the ship had aged even more, the wood weaker, and seemed to suggest that a little more force might break open a hole.