I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

For Xia Feng, even the Eli Power Waterfall was gentler than a waterfall made of ordinary water currents.

Protecting both Mu Qingtong's body and soul, he plunged directly into the waterfall and vanished without a trace.

Master Yusi was taken aback, his expression puzzled.

Two throne knights looked at each other with slight suspicion. Their figures blinked as they made their kill toward the Shuilian Cave, but the cascading Eli Power emitted circles of gray light, making them subconsciously stop in their tracks.

They dared not move another inch forward.

The man with the dark face slowly closed his eyes and then clearly sensed the breath of three life forms within the Shuilian Cave. The two masked individuals were not dead and were unharmed.

"How did he do that?" The man with the dark face looked solemn.

The old man with white hair also looked puzzled and shook his head, "It seems we have still underestimated their methods."

"The Holy Daughter only has Fourth Rank strength; facing these two evil cultists, I'm afraid she will have difficulties coping."

Master Yusi came back to his senses, his eyes narrowing slightly. He didn't quite agree.

Although the teacher's rank wasn't high, her methods were strange, and she had various trump cards up her sleeve.

Anyone trying to harm her has never had an easy time in her hands.

So, there definitely won't be anything wrong!

...

The moment Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong stepped into the cave entrance, two bronze flying swords pierced through the void, heading straight for their foreheads.

At the same time, a deep blue stream of light whirled up at their feet, binding their bodies like countless vines, immobilizing their forms and sealing their spatial tactics.

And as the tips of the flying swords touched their foreheads, the K and Q masks showed unstable fluctuations.

Far away, a woman in a cyan dress stood beside a platinum chest, her ethereal eyes cold and detached.

But in the next instant, a blood-colored scythe appeared out of nowhere, shattering the two flying swords with a spin of its blade, then whoosh—

Instantly, the scythe appeared in front of the distant woman in the cyan dress, slicing across the air to draw a crescent arc.

"Boom boom boom!!"

Nine layers of indigo barriers lit up in front of the woman, but they shattered one by one in an instant, and the bloody arc cut directly across the woman in the cyan dress's neck—

The silver-haired lolita, holding the handle of the scythe, enveloped in a blood aura, flashed behind the woman in the cyan dress in a sprinting stance.

A beautiful head flew into the sky, and blood spurted from the headless corpse like a fountain.

The body fell, dead in an instant.

The vines on Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong's bodies turned into Spiritual Light and dissipated into nothingness.

However, unexpectedly, Mu Qingtong suddenly teleported in front of a gray-white rock wall to the right. The wall was rugged, with moist vapor condensing, seemingly unremarkable.

But as a cross golden light shone in Mu Qingtong's eyes, the wall slowly revealed the protruding figure of a woman.

The figure took on the appearance of a cyan dress and sprung out of the rock wall, Jiang Qiue's face pale, her lip corners bleeding, as Mu Qingtong caught her by the neck and held her aloft.

"In the face of absolute power, your schemes are nothing but futile," Mu Qingtong said calmly.

With the true body of the woman in the cyan dress revealed, the sound of the body and head exploding turned into silky white hair, gently floating to the ground.

The woman in the cyan dress's downcast eyes remained ethereal, showing no emotion, as she quietly looked down at this person with the Q mask.

She was indeed surprised—

She had never failed like this before; every Spirit Master who entered her trap zone had died without exception.

Yet these two masked people repeatedly broke through her multiple traps, their methods quite peculiar.

She could feel that not only was that person with the K mask terrifying, but this woman wearing the Q mask was also formidable, her true strength far surpassing her current rank.

What a pity that she was affected by the Eli Power Waterfall, her reasoning impaired, and heavily wounded. Otherwise, with her True Martial Realm 1 strength, she could completely take on these two.

Jiang Qiue felt regret in her heart but was not panicked.

She was suspended in midair, her neck gripped tightly, as six ethereal blue fox tails emerged behind her. Her aloof eyes remained cool and detached; she did not speak but instead quietly observed the two masked figures, awaiting death.

Her gaze seemed to challenge them brazenly: Come on, kill me!

Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and Xia Feng also furrowed his brow, deep in thought.

This demoness was indeed a hassle; each time her tail was cut off and she resurrected, her power increased—an unbearable and grotesque ability.

However, the two of them didn't necessarily have to kill this Holy Daughter. Xia Feng, as if having a deliberation, reached out and patted Mu Qingtong on the shoulder, "Let's do this, tie her up first and seal the 'Spiritual Pressure'."

After dealing with Jiang Qiue, the two approached a platinum treasure chest, the body of which was encircled by twelve golden runes formed from the aggregation of 'Spiritual Particles', resembling some sort of seal.

At the very center of the chest was a lock that seemed to require a specific key to be opened.

Xia Feng looked with his 'Eye of Decompilation', but he frowned.

The chest contained various rare spiritual materials, as well as the 'Witch's Key' emitting an aura of divinity.

But the Yao Stone was nowhere to be found.

"The Yao Stone isn't here?"

A notion of confusion rose in Xia Feng's mind. Miss Jianzhu's candlelight sensing had indicated that the Yao Stone was indeed in this place, and in a vast quantity at that—at least two hundred to start with!

He looked around, using the 'Eye of Decompilation' to peer through the layers of rock at the outside world, yet he still found no trace of the Yao Stone.

"Where could it have gone..."

It wasn't on Jiang Qiue, nor was it in the crevices of the cliff's rocks.

However, as his gaze shifted below the ground's surface, he suddenly sensed something amiss!

The reaction from the Yao Stone actually came from below the surface—right under the feet of those knights...

This was becoming a bit troublesome. The outside was sealed by the Black Moon Church, and once they went out, they would be surrounded and killed.

Xia Feng pondered with a furrowed brow; at that moment, a commotion arose from outside.

The movement of the Purple Mist had accelerated!

Within the mist, figures of stone 'Witches' with covered eyes began to emerge, the corners of their lips curled into a mocking smile.

Ten, twenty, forty...

More and more gathered.

Nearly a hundred Black Moon Knights did not panic. They formed three square formations and, as the 'Spiritual Particles' connected, three majestic, golden Goddess statues hovered above the forest canopy.

The Goddess statues emanated golden light, bathing the knights below within it.

The advancing Crying Witches halted, seemingly fearful of the statues, their courage to proceed waned.

Seeing this, Xia Feng's expression became solemn.

"With the Purple Mist expanding at this speed, it'll swallow up Shuilian Cave in less than half an hour."

Jiang Qiue, bound by the 'Turtle Shell Binding' with red ropes, laid on the ground, slightly opening her eyelids, "The two of you, the Crying Witches are not afraid of the Eli Power Waterfall, you have no escape."

"Stop your noise." Mu Qingtong lifted the rope in her hand, and the elegant figure of the woman in the green dress arched like a bow, her hands tied behind her, leaving her powerless to resist.

Jiang Qiue bit her lip, her expression still calm, but her ears turned slightly red. If the masked person was a woman, it would have been fine, but the man standing beside her, even though wearing a cold mask, had his gaze... resting on her body.

She furrowed her brow slightly.

However, luckily, it seemed like the man preferred the other woman, and presumably would not do anything to her...

"Miss Mu, how many Witches can you handle now?" Xia Feng inquired mentally.

"At most 40, and I'll need a three-hour cooldown after use."

"Only 40... that's going to be difficult," Xia Feng mused, looking out through the waterfall to the outside world.

There were already 50 Crying Witches in the Purple Mist, and it wouldn't take long for even more to gather, with the possibility of exceeding 100.

That group of Black Moon Knights had the protection of special A-ranked 'Spiritual Clothes', making them impervious to attack.

But Xia Feng and his companion were not, and Shuilian Cave would not protect them.