I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

"Buzz——!!"

Jiang Qiue was astonished, while the tumult caused by the Refining God Tower had yet to subside.

The oppressive force of the spatial tremor was astonishing, causing the three Burning Heaven Disciples to jointly retreat half a step, as the rune light flow around twisted and changed.

The two-dimensional painting where the Lion-controlling Youth resided was unaffected, quietly suspended within the chaos.

Yet, upon seeing this dark, giant tower, a flash of inexplicable astonishment crossed the eyes of the Lion-controlling Youth.

"What... is this?" he raised his head in confusion.

The elderly man beside him was also full of bewildered confusion: "It's impossible to investigate, can't clearly discern its form, but one thing is certain, this tower has a divinity aura circulating, likely transformed from the authority of some God."

It seems, then, that Xia Feng actually had a means of resisting the Purple Mist, huh? The black-robed elder continually scrutinized the Sky-reaching Tower standing between heaven and earth.

Xia Feng had already disappeared with the three women before the vortex at the tower's gate.

However, due to the appearance of the black tower, the outer city's Purple Mist was temporarily pushed back to the inner city, allowing everyone to finally see——

On the streets of the outer city, more and more citizens emerged from the air-raid shelters and underground safe houses....

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.

The citizens, though all eroded by the Purple Mist, showed no abnormalities. They were bewildered, not knowing what had happened, brushing past death with fear and relief, lovers embracing in tears of joy, mothers anxiously tending to crying infants.... All sorts of human conditions, appearing as normal post-catastrophe reactions.

But the eerie thing was, after coming to their senses, these six hundred thousand people seemed to have a unified target, gradually forming long queues in the city's labyrinth of streets without needing any direction, orderly as ants.

They moved towards the towering Babel Tower in the inner city.

In fact, within this long queue, one could see infants in diapers crawling on the ground, soon learning to stand and walk, while lame elders quickly went from limping to walking briskly.

As for the disabled elderly woman without legs, a burly man with tattooed arms respectfully carried her, politely queuing in the long procession, advancing slowly.

At the outer city border, the eyes of various forces were startled, watching this bizarre scene from afar.

"So it is...."

The black-robed elder's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, speaking in a hoarse, deep voice, "Although these people's souls haven't been replaced, their thoughts no longer belong to them, akin to possession. Moreover, this ability can silently inherit the original host's memories, emotions, abilities, and social relationships, potentially more terrifying than possession."

Indeed, abilities related to possession exist in this world.

But possession involves seizing the target's flesh, replacing the target's soul, mostly unable to inherit the original host's memories and emotions.

Unless the ability is special, there is a chance to absorb some memory scenes of the original host.

However perfect possession may be, it requires soul replacement, which specialized means can detect whether a body has changed ownership.

But the beings eroded by the Purple Mist——their flesh and soul remain unchanged. They remember their families, friends, still hold related emotional bonds; if they can, they continue to play their roles in social relationships without any anomaly.

Yet if needed, these eroded individuals will likely raise a lethal hand against their families, friends without hesitation.

Xia Feng withdrew his gaze from the outside of the tower.

Inside the tower was as usual, filled with dense blood beast fog as if about to drip, like a horde of bloodthirsty beasts, eerie whispers and roars faintly echoed from all directions of space.

The environment was spine-chilling.

Yet with Xia Feng's command present, these blood beasts wouldn't attack nor devour the three women.

However, Cha Naixue, observing the scarlet mist floating around her, tensed up uncontrollably, covered in goosebumps, as her hair stood on end.

She had naturally seen many blood beast forms before, with the Black Moon Church having related experimental halls for researching Evil Power.

But indeed, she had never seen so many blood beasts, comparable to the sea of Purple Mist that engulfed the entire city outside.

Both were disturbing and sinister mist forces, unknown which was superior.

Sure enough, soon after, the tower's edge began to radiate a hint of purple meaning, threads of mist seeping in from outside, greedily approaching Xia Feng and the three women.

Indeed, the Purple Mist was pervasive, ignoring all seals and spatial barriers. Without Concept Skills, even possessing a Divine Object like the Refining God Tower couldn't prevent the Purple Mist infiltration.

Thankfully, this fearsome Purple Mist encountered its life-long nemesis today——

Blood Beast Fog Sea!

The Purple Mist, like a hundred thousand demonic beasts assaulting the tower, surged and roared, but as soon as it rushed into the Blood Beast Fog Sea, it hissed and dissipated rapidly, decomposing, and ultimately reconsolidating.

All purple mist that entered the Blood Beast Fog Sea was transformed into scarlet mist, joining the Blood Beast family.

Blood beasts devour everything, devour all, gaining their reputation not in vain.

Even these sinister mists capable of assimilating human thoughts couldn't withstand the blood beasts' overwhelming force.

"The greater the influence Immortal Word has on reality, the more spiritual power it consumes."

Jiang Qiue slightly furrowed her thin brows, her face beginning to pale, speaking in a deep voice, "This tower of yours is too large; I can only sustain it for half an hour at most with my current spiritual power."

Is it only this much time? Xia Feng fell into contemplation; using Immortal Word to obscure its true form was meant to prevent any bigshot from recognizing the origins of this tower.

After all, the Refining God Tower belongs to the Evil Demon, an enigmatic existence on par with the Void Emperor; if any bigshot recognized the Refining God Tower and then assumed him to be the Evil Demon himself, it would be troublesome.

In other words, it was best to devise a strategy to break the situation within half an hour.

"By the way, can't you make this black tower a bit smaller? This would also reduce the range of Jiang Qiue's Immortal Word coverage," Cha Naixue asked in confusion.

"In fact, this isn't yet the complete form of the black tower," Xia Feng shook his head, "The larger the black tower, the more blood beasts I can wield; at the current level, I can barely resist the external Purple Mist infiltration."

Xia Feng knit his brows in distress.

Due to the Refining God Tower, this vast giant city standing on the Antarctic snowfield had two towering towers opposing each other.

Babel Tower, with a dark body shimmering with silver flames, a grand cylinder, thousands of meters into the clouds, exuding grandeur.

The Refining God Tower, similarly reaching for the clouds, was pitch-black like ink, but hazy, its precise shape indistinct.

The celestial anomaly caused by the second Sky-reaching Tower's descent did not cease within mere seconds.

It was as if several nuclear bombs were dropped into the Antarctic region, fierce waves of air constantly swept thousands of miles.

Continental plates near the Antarctic even felt faint tremors.

Litian City, near the equator, remained unharmed. However, the numerous Venerables who gathered on this planet due to hunting Sirius or other reasons could clearly sense....

A terrifying abnormal divinity fluctuation originating from the Southernmost Land, sweeping across the globe!

They all set aside their affairs, gazing towards the south, and in the next moment, vanished from their spots.