I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

In the outlines of the face constructed from Burning City Magma, the blazing golden eyes glinted coldly: "Where is An Ji?"

"Babel Tower." Xia Feng smiled, pointing towards the direction of the Purple Mist Waves, "What, does the Burning City want revenge?"

"But with the cowardly guts of you Burning Heaven Disciples, hoping to get revenge is probably futile."

"Courting death!!" Seeing this boy so arrogant, the Burning Heaven Disciples nearly drew their blades collectively.

However, at this moment, the Purple Mist Cloud Sea stalled in the outer city half district once again roared like countless sky-covering beasts, rushing fiercely.

Nearing ten thousand people at the edge of Black Moon City collectively retreated backwards, yet behind was the city-sealing barrier, with nowhere to retreat.

Three Black Moon Knights who escaped slowly were rapidly engulfed by the Purple Mist, everyone involuntarily turned their gaze, focusing and observing the situation.

Strangely, the Purple Mist flowed into the Black Moon Knights' eye sockets, mouth, and nose. Once the purple hue dissipated, these Black Moon Knights only looked around in confusion, then continued towards the city boundary as if nothing had happened.

Once they fled outside the coverage of the Purple Mist, the encompassing Purple Mist didn't stop but continued to push slowly.

In just a few minutes it was estimated to cover the entire city, leaving no place to hide.

Whether they were Burning Heaven, Lion-controlling Youth, or Black Moon Priests and Xia Feng, they all vigilantly watched the three escaping Black Moon Knights, ready to strike at any moment.

The three Black Moon Knights saw hostility from all sides, glancing at them bewildered and helpless, quickly waving their hands in fear to explain: "We're okay, we're okay, we're okay!!"

The Lion-controlling Youth's expression was indifferent, a strange light emanated from his left orange eye, making the knights kick their legs and tilt their necks, gradually floating.

Their purple faces ignited with wisps of golden flames.

"Young Master, what do you think?" Beside the youth, an old man cloaked and hooded in black spoke in a deep voice.

The Lion-controlling Youth shook his head: "No control or curse-like negative effects discovered, souls haven't been possessed or replaced."

No forces present could discern any abnormalities.

However, Mu Qingtong's thoughts quickly resonated in Xia Feng's heart: "There is a problem with Spiritual Quality. These Purple Mists can directly target deeper Spiritual Quality. Those three Black Moon Knights are most likely not the originals."

"Miss Mu, can your spiritual power withstand the erosion of these strange Purple Mists?"

Mu Qingtong shook her head: "At most, resist for half a day. Over time, I would also be eroded and assimilated."

Even Miss Mu can only hold on for half a day?

For them, the estimation of spiritual power might be able to resist for only a few seconds? Xia Feng frowned secretly: "Jiang Qiue, does your ability to follow your words allow these Purple Mists not to approach the four of us?"

"Can affect dozens of cubic meters of Purple Mist."

Jiang Qiue looked up at the Purple Mist Sea covering the sky, helpless, "With two-tenths of peak power restored, I could easily manage this."

Forget the peak, you're now just a little frail fox, Xia Feng no longer expected her help, pondering: "Miss Mu, what about you, can the Heavenly Destiny Stone wish for something to resist?"

Mu Qingtong shook her head: "Life Power is far from sufficient."

Great, nothing can be done... As Xia Feng contemplated deeply, the vast Purple Mist continued its slow advance.

Everyone was thoroughly pushed to the edge, with no retreat.

The low tower where the Burning Heaven Disciples were was closest to the Purple Mist, Light Disciple manifested from the void, humanoid outline glancing up, then scattered into light streams orbiting the other three disciples, forming a barrier.

The surging Purple Mist covered the Burning Heaven Disciples, wrapping sinisterly around the spherical light screen, continuing towards the crowd.

"Everyone, we can't withstand this mist for long." The deep voice of Burning City Magma rumbled across the fields, "If there's any other plan or strategy, we of Burning Heaven will do our utmost to cooperate. I also ask everyone to put aside past grudges and unite against the enemy!"

Above, beneath the young Lion-controlling Youth, the Divine Lion kept its eyes half-closed, slowly lifting its eyelids at this moment, its divinity-filled authoritative gaze overlooking the land.

Suddenly, the space ten cubic meters around the Lion-controlling Youth became two-dimensional, instantly flattening into an artwork.

The Lion-controlling Youth, the elderly man beside him, the legion of over a thousand behind him, were entirely absorbed into the artwork.

Xia Feng observed this scene in some surprise,

It was as if a piece of space ten cubic meters vanished into void in a three-dimensional world, space chaotically dim, within which only a painting occasionally took on a three-dimensional or flat form, floating in transformation.

"A concept-type ability." Jiang Qiue's thin brows lightly furrowed, her thought resonating in Xia Feng's heart, "That lion is peculiar."

The concept is a field only reachable at the Wise Man Level.

Though Xia Feng did not sense the lion's spiritual pressure at the Sage level, judging by its display, it was likely extraordinarily complex.

As Burning Heaven and the Lion-controlling Youth each acted, Black Moon Church Court knights and priests quickly sought refuge among the two factions, with two Red Bishops humbly pleading with, apologizing to, and surrendering to the Lion-controlling Youth.

However, half of the knights refused to submit, forming formations to devise ways against the fearsome Purple Mist.

The scene became chaotic.

Yet futile.

Burning Heaven and the Lion-controlling Youth ignored the Black Moon Church Court, observing the outside world indifferently.

Meanwhile, the black-robed elder beside the Lion-controlling Youth swiftly arrived before Xia Feng and company in several flickers.

The elder nodded to Cha Naixue: "Holy Daughter, my Young Master invites you all over for temporary refuge."

Cha Naixue's beautiful eyes squinted thoughtfully, glancing far away.

In the two-dimensional painting, oil colors vibrant, figures lifelike,

The Lion-controlling Youth guarded an eye with a patch, his left orange eye calm with no visible emotion, simply nodding politely.

Cha Naixue turned her head to look at Xia Feng beside her, whispering: "Shall we go?"

Xia Feng looked at the Lion-controlling Youth with perplexity, but before he could say anything,

The black-robed elder nodded again, his hoarse voice, "Holy Daughter, my Young Master invites only you and Saintess Qiu E."

Cha Naixue couldn't help but be taken aback, frowning.

As he spoke, the elder then looked at the masked Mu Qingtong: "Regarding this lady, if you are willing to remove your disguise and reveal your identity, you may also come to my Young Master for refuge."

Interesting, targeting me, Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, but felt puzzled. When did I ever provoke this person?

According to Cha Naixue, the Lion-controlling Youth was related to Miao Master, and this attack on Black Moon Court was to save Miao Master.

Yet one of Xia Feng's purposes here was also to save Miao Master.

The interests should align.

As thoughts flashed across, Xia Feng glanced at the woman in a snowy dress beside him, wait....

Could it be because of her?

Cha Naixue's character isn't great, always scheming with selfish plots, seeing profit and forgetting loyalty, yet always admired by many, revered as a goddess.

Is the Lion-controlling Youth another admirer of Cha Naixue?