I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 408. My followers, who are they?

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As soon as Adasin's questioning thoughts left his mind, the two rows of vertical pupils below his brow subconsciously expanded, and an eerie red light bloomed.

He sensed an extremely terrifying spatial tearing force that he was completely unable to resist.

Caught off guard, he had no time to think before his figure shrank into a star and disappeared without a trace.

As Saloyd's seven green pupils grew solemn, a dark green membrane of light appeared on their surface, enveloping the eyeball assembly to resist the forces of space.

But it was all for naught; he too shrank into a star and disappeared on the spot.

If these two were already like this, the other spiritual masters around them were even less likely to be able to resist. Before they even understood what was happening, they felt dizzy and disoriented.

The Cage of Angels fell silent instantly.

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[Awakening Calendar 160]

[Pain level: 1.39 million; Desire: 58.92%]

[Meeting Countdown - 5 Days]

The believer said he would be gone for 20 days, and would definitely return to the sealed land after that; this was his solemn promise to me.

The believer said that if he broke his promise again, as punishment, I would be free to play with his dragon tail. Hmph, how strange, why would I want to play with his dragon tail for no reason?

[What kind of dragon does this wicked believer think I am!]

[Countdown to meeting - 4 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 03 seconds]

However, it doesn't seem like it's entirely unacceptable if he goes back on his word. (crossed out)

Beneath the divine throne, the tip of the dragon's tail, trampled under snowy feet, swayed leisurely from side to side, looking quite content.

[Countdown to Meeting - 4 Days 23 Hours]

As he wrote this, the pen tip, which had been sliding across the paper, suddenly stopped, and the ink-black feather at the tip of the pen suddenly shone with a dark light.

This caused the woman on the throne to brighten her vertical pupils slightly, and the speed at which the tip of her tail trembled suddenly increased as she looked up.

Sure enough, the believer's figure flashed out of the space, and her pale vertical pupils involuntarily lit up with starlight. She pursed her lips and was about to speak when she seemed to sense something, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Her expression returned to indifference, and the dragon tail beneath her feet instantly retracted under her skirt as she sat gracefully on her divine throne.

After Xia Feng appeared in the plaza below the Divine Staircase, he first cautiously checked the condition of Mu Qingtong, who was unconscious in his arms.

Spiritual pressure, spiritual foundation, spiritual matter, and spiritual consciousness were all sealed, with no trace of their aura emanating from them.

Very good. It seems that Miss Mu is a person of her word. She does keep her promises and doesn't act recklessly.

Xia Feng nodded in satisfaction.

Just as he was checking on Miss Mu's condition, two hundred spirit masters, Dao Kui (a True Martial Realm cultivator), Ye Lihelian's remnant soul, and two Seven-Eyed Great Evils also appeared in the space not far away.

They looked around blankly, and as they looked up in confusion, a magnificent and sacred scene came into their astonished eyes.

The desolate and majestic World Tree stands as a pillar of this space, its lush and boundless canopy resembling the sky, making them appear incredibly small.

What filled them with endless fear was the terrifying dragon embedded in the center of the tree trunk.

The colossal dragon was imposing and grotesque, yet its cervical vertebrae, composed of hundreds of bones, and majestic head remained held high. Its sturdy bone claws trod upon the earth paved with strange stones, the ground wreathed in ever-burning azure flames. This scene, far beyond the comprehension of mortals, caused their legs to tremble involuntarily.

The world may not know the Dragon Clan, but the soldiers of Dongsheng Fortress know them well.

Besides humans and the Nightmares, there exists another great race in this world that is suspected to be extinct—the Dragon!

They knew that the base's secret weapon—the half-dragon legion—was cultivated from some kind of dragon serum and possessed astonishing combat power.

And a divine half-dragon like Lord Dao Kui is far stronger than other spirit masters of the same level, which is terrifying.

However, they had never seen a real dragon. Even Ye Lihelian had only seen the specific image of a dragon in a tattered dragon chart given to him by his father.

Now, Ye Lihelian looked up, his ferocious eyes fixed on the dragon skeleton, which was indeed a dragon!
His excited gaze shifted downwards, and he noticed it as well.

Beneath the desolate dragon skeleton was a black and gold throne, upon which sat a woman in a star-patterned dress. Her soft, cloud-gray hair cascaded lazily over her shoulders and neck, and a dark gold cross mark adorned her brow. Below the cross, on the left side of her cheek, were eerie, crystalline white dragon scales that extended to the corners of her upturned eyes. Her beauty was half captivating and half alluring.

Such stunning beauty was enough to deter Ye Lihelian and the other spiritual masters from harboring any lustful thoughts. Overwhelmed with fear, their legs buckled and they knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

Dao Kui trembled the most violently, his heart filled with turbulent waves of fear!

As a divine half-dragon, he understood the terror of this woman on the throne far better than others—she was a dragon! No, she was not only a dragon, but also a living being—

Dragon God!!
"Lord Adassin, Lord Saloyd, how is it? Can you deal with that woman in the star-patterned dress?" Ye Lihelian was terrified, but his tone remained excited.

"?!?!" Dao Kui broke out in a cold sweat. No, Ye Lihelian, you're asking for it, don't drag us into this!!

But at this moment, Ye Lihelian had lost his basic judgment. He was shocked that the K-mask had such a trump card! But he was even more excited. There were actually dragon skeletons in this place. Even if they were just skeletons, they were still incredibly powerful. This place was definitely a treasure trove!
We absolutely must find a way to cooperate with these two great evils, and then let Father know about this place!
Adasin and Saloyd fell silent in response to Yelihelian's question, either ignoring it or simply losing interest in answering it.

The moment Adasin landed in this space, he immediately locked onto the K-mask, ready to kill him with a single blow and not give this ant any chance to escape.

However, the terrifying aura emanating from the throne abruptly halted all of Adasin's thoughts and actions. His two rows of blood-red vertical pupils trembled and contracted sharply. His seventh pupil between his brows hesitated, attempting to look up, but the dense sweat on his forehead continued to pour down uncontrollably.

He was trembling and wanted to kneel down, but in the end he managed to suppress the panic in his heart!

He is now facing a great calamity of seven eyes!

Once I advance to the [Great Calamity] class, I can become a Holy King! I can't afford to lose face like this.

"Pfft!"

The Holy King Saloyd, who was clearly a pure combination of eyeballs, now manifested a human form, with the eyeballs as his head, and his body trembling as he respectfully prostrated himself.

Adasin: "."

—Saloid! Where is your holy kingly dignity?!

"Thump!!" Adasin was furious and immediately knelt down, trembling all over.

Now we can only hope that the K-faced Man can only connect to this space, and that he himself is not familiar with this great being.

This possibility is actually very high.

Di Si, like an unchanging god, sat serenely and solemnly on her black and gold throne. Her indifferent, pale vertical pupils casually swept over the humans and Evil Clan below the God-level. In less than two seconds, a large number of them knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Her gaze finally fell upon Xia Feng, and she asked in a dignified but indifferent voice, "Who are my followers?"

(End of this chapter)