I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Xia Feng did not know what his body cells were afraid of, but he knew he had to run!

Without hesitation, he fled into the Holy Knight Space, turning to escape towards the surface.

But he had just instantly teleported in front of the barrier of the safe house.

The wall of the house strangely wriggled, splitting open with a slender golden line like a vertical slit, suddenly opening wide!

It was a palm-sized eye, with deep purple spiral lines rippling like water, shrinking layer by layer from the eye socket to the pupil, finally converging into a smoky purple swastika pattern, slowly rotating clockwise.

"Boom---!"

Xia Feng crashed straight into the wall and was blown back by a tremendous rebound force.

"Damn it." Xia Feng was startled, this safe house seemed to... possess a life aura?

He sharply turned to look at the ground.

The woman in the black dress, in high heels, was strolling gracefully through a sea of blooming gardenias, her steps elegant, and her golden eyes detached.

"Fear is the root of all things; with fear, all things can continue to evolve in the river of time spanning billions of years."

In Xia Feng's astonished gaze, the ends of the silver-haired woman's hair gradually turned smoky purple, though only a small section was dyed, and the further up, the lighter the purple became, the upper part still fluttered with silver hair.

With a clear and indifferent voice, she narrated leisurely, "They fear pain, fear death, fear being eliminated by the natural law and ultimately annihilated in the river of time. It is because of this that fear breeds faith, enlightens wisdom, and evolves survival. Humans are the best creation under fear."

"Unfortunately, I once scoffed at the so-called fear."

"But fortunately, Mr. Xia, you've made me truly understand that fear is the best nourishment for the strong."

The silver-haired witch raised her eyes to look over, with a soft, shallow smile at the corner of her lips, "Only fear can make us stronger and perfect, don't you think, Mr. Xia?"

"....."

What do I think? Xia Feng swallowed secretly; I think you shouldn't smile at me like that, I'm scared...

The silver-haired witch's slightly curled, smoky purple-highlighted hair floated up, and a diamond-shaped Purple Crystal suddenly stamped on her forehead, imprinting a mysterious diamond mark, her beautiful eyes calm,

"And Mr. Xia, you are not perfect enough yet."

She said in a ghostly tone, "But I can help you. Mr. Xia, do you want to become perfect?"

"..." Xia Feng's breath almost stopped; he could feel that Miss Mu had gone mad.

Genius on the left, lunatic on the right.

There has always been only a thin line between them.

It seems the stimulation is truly too great this time, turning Miss Mu into a real witch.... Xia Feng felt a chill in his heart; without hesitation, he turned to run again!

But to his surprise once again, his clothes seemed to come alive and at some point, became imbued with a life aura, tightening suddenly.

The collar constricted his neck like a rope, and strips of satin and silk unraveled, spiraling upward, cocooning him like a cocoon.

Xia Feng, suffocating, was forced to tilt his head; in the corner of his eye, he saw in the chaos of the clothing threads, there was also a smoky purple swastika-shaped spiral eye that occasionally condensed and dissipated.

What kind of damn ability is this, Xia Feng wanted to flee into the Holy Knight Space, but found that the surrounding space also revealed one spiral Purple Eye after another.

At the same time, a low, eerie sound like a goblin whisper echoed in his ears, "Devour, evolve.... Devour, evolve...."

The eerie mumbling continuously repeated, and the twisted space was compressed layer by layer,

Xia Feng felt like he was being stuffed into a constantly shrinking suitcase, both his body and soul were being crazily compressed, unable to pass through the surrounding space via the Holy Knight Space, struggling to breathe.

"Roar——!!" In the distant sky, Yue Hongli wielded a Bone Spear, the bone-white dragon at its feet obeyed its command, the Dragon Roar shook the heavens, the bone mouth spewing White Flames opened wide, rushing towards Xia Feng.

Attempting to rescue Xia Feng from this bizarre imprisonment.

But in the next moment, the Bone Dragon, which had long since died without sentience, abruptly paused, two purple swastika-shaped spiral eyes suddenly condensed deep within its burning White Flames jawbone.

They rolled around slightly.

"Roar!!!!" It raised its dragon head high, letting out an excited, ear-splitting roar.

A fierce wind arose.

Yue Hongli on the dragon's head was swept into the sky by the spirals.

The Bone Dragon curled its body in mid-air, charging towards Xia Feng once more.

But after biting Xia Feng, it turned around and dived to the ground, prostrating respectfully at the black-dressed woman's feet, depositing Xia Feng at her feet as well, and letting out a docile, low growl.

Xia Feng: "!!!"

No way, this ability can even give the Bone Dragon sentience????

However, the swastika-shaped Purple Eye in the Bone Dragon's jawbone only persisted for a short time, quivering slightly, revealing a hint of reluctance before it disintegrated with a boom.

The life aura on the Bone Dragon dissipated completely.

Xia Feng had just wanted to get up when his tie automatically knotted and bound backward, pulling upward.

He was lifted directly in front of the silver-haired witch, her cold face accentuated by the mysterious diamond mark on her forehead, stunningly sinister.

The witch hooked her slender fingers under Xia Feng's chin, slowly lifting his cheeks.

Her beautiful eyes looked down imperiously, softly saying: "Only this much."

Xia Feng chuckled coldly, not intimidating at all: "Miss Mu, you should know that if I use Spirit Baby Transformation, you can't do anything to me."

After killing Lord Ye Li Dong, he gained a Venerate Forth Level Spirit Baby, perpetually in a state ready to explode.

Unless Mu Qingtong can stop the Spirit Baby's explosion with her newly comprehended bizarre ability, she can never trap him.

Mu Qingtong's gaze was calm: "I indeed cannot stop your self-detonation. So Mr. Xia, if you want to escape, you can try."

Xia Feng raised an eyebrow: "Just a reminder, Miss Mu, the self-detonation of a Venerate Four Spirit Baby means you'll be severely injured, if not dead."

"I know." The silver-haired witch nodded faintly.

Xia Feng: "....."

"The factors constituting power consist not only of one's own abilities, but also the illusory things like emotions, memories, and character. If you can discard your feelings for me, without caring for the high probability of severe injury to me, and defeat me by any means, then I'd hold you in higher regard."

"But unfortunately, you don't dare." Her golden eyes watched condescendingly.

"I don't dare?" Xia Feng tugged at the corner of his mouth, "As if you would dare?"

The silver-haired witch, however, smiled softly, her gaze intrigued: "You can infinitely revive; why wouldn't I dare?"

".....!"

So my ability to revive becomes a weakness in your eyes?!

The silver-haired witch tossed Xia Feng back onto the lap of the silver-haired avatar on the sofa, the avatar cradled his waist with one hand, and slowly reached towards his tailbone with the other.

"Mr. Xia, I must say, whether it's the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor, or the Evil River's Power, these revival abilities are indeed excellent, allowing me to——"

The silver-haired witch stood before Xia Feng, "unleash violence without worries!"

Her twilight-grove-golden pupils were cold and serene, indifferent as she looked down, saying as such.

Xia Feng's black pupils dilated, his hair standing on end, his tailbone tingled as a Dragon Tail threatened to be revealed.

He hurriedly stretched a hand backward to stop the avatar's hand reaching toward his lower back, but the next moment, he was directly seized by the wrist by the witch in front of him.

The silver-haired witch took a step forward, leaning in. In the sudden constriction of Xia Feng's pupils, those golden beautiful eyes were filled with a coldness... an urge for violence!

The two women, one in front and one behind, spoke in unison in a cold, deep voice: "Mr. Xia, ready to embrace the fear?"