I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 501. A Crisis More Terrifying Than Death
Xia Feng felt his consciousness being pulled, falling segment by segment into the abyss.

Beneath the abyss lies an ocean of countless grotesque hands and fleshy limbs, from which countless faces of all kinds of beings emerge, their lips curving into a uniform smile.

"wake up."

A soft, ethereal voice came from beyond the nine heavens.

The purifying talisman surged into the back of Xia Feng's head, and he suddenly jolted awake. The light in his dark pupils returned, and his cold and solemn gaze swept across the snowy plain.

"Whoosh—" The headless corpses on the snowfield moved swiftly, their fleshy wings flapping as they surrounded and attacked the hill from all directions.

These monsters numbered in the thousands, seemingly endless, their roars deafening.

Xia Feng's mind went blank again, and he felt his nerves twitching. A strange sense of panic and despair arose in his heart.

"These are mutated dragon corpses. The eyes on their fleshy wings, the sounds they make, the smell they emit, and even the gnawing of their sharp teeth will exacerbate your negative emotions."

The will of the woman in the green dress resonated in Xia Feng's mind. Xia Feng nodded and, without hesitation, chose to shut down his senses of sight, smell, and hearing, plunging into complete darkness.

At the same time, he thought to himself, "Jiang Qiu'e, you take command."

Jiang Qiu'e didn't expect Xia Feng to trust her so much. However, their resurrection methods were not very useful against the Snowfield Consciousness, so they had to put aside their differences and cooperate closely to avoid being assimilated by the Snowfield Consciousness.

However, with the link of the swarm's will, the communication between Xia Feng and Jiang Qiu'e was more than ten times faster than normal telepathic communication.

Xia Feng could clearly perceive the environmental descriptions provided by Jiang Qiu'e, as if Jiang Qiu'e had become his eyes, giving him a complete view of his surroundings.

With his eyes closed and head tilted, Xia Feng narrowly dodged the claws of a dragon corpse. At the same time, he delivered a whirlwind kick backward, sending the dragon corpse flying a hundred meters like a cannonball, knocking down all the monsters climbing up the hill.

But more dragon corpses surrounded Xia Feng.

Xia Feng couldn't see anything; he simply followed Jiang Qiu'e's will, his figure flashing left and right, punching the dragon corpses away one after another.

"Xia Feng, is there a way to remove these severed hands from the light membrane?" Jiang Qiu'e's question echoed in my mind.

Xia Feng charged through the monster horde, and as he ran, he activated the Evil Hand Guanyin Statue. Instantly, as his mental energy was greatly depleted, a thousand arms identical to his right hand materialized in the air.

The Evil Hand Guanyin Statue is a spiritual artifact obtained from the Dongsheng Fortress. It is quite practical and can be used in conjunction with the Excitement Ring and the Four Symbols Array to mark enemies. Moreover, it can perfectly inherit Xia Feng's strength and agility values.

The drawback is that the manifested hands can only be within a hundred-meter range, with a maximum of one thousand, and each hand requires a large amount of mental energy.

But it's enough.

Around Jiang Qiu'e, a battle of hands unfolded as Xia Feng's thousand right hands grabbed and crushed one pale, withered hand after another.

With the help of the Evil Hand Guanyin statue, the saying "two fists can't beat four hands" doesn't apply to Xia Feng. He is no longer afraid of being surrounded by many monsters.

Xia Feng stood atop the hill, facing a pale red light membrane, with a thousand hands floating behind him, a lone figure guarding the pass.

But after being awesome for an hour...

He gradually showed signs of fatigue.

The Snowfield Consciousness was not lacking in intelligence; it directly commanded the three-headed dragon corpses to suppress and grab one of his hands. A thousand hands could be barely controlled with just three thousand dragon corpses.

Furthermore, the teeth of these mutated dragon corpses grow on their smooth necks, and being bitten by them can exacerbate negative emotions.

Jiang Qiu'e's constant creation of new purifying characters helped him maintain his sanity and clear away negative emotions.

But there were just too many of these dragon corpses; it seemed endless. His shirt had completely torn apart, revealing a strong yet aesthetically pleasing physique. His arms, thighs, back muscles, and skull were all covered in horrific wounds from the dragon corpses biting him.

Fortunately, in addition to creating the will of the swarm, the queen bee's tears also endowed him with a very powerful self-healing ability. Every time he was injured, even if he lost an arm, a leg, or had his forehead pierced, he could recover instantly.

However, this restoration requires the consumption of honey.

Each time he heals on his own, his bone age regresses slightly.

After persisting for another hour, his once tall and imposing figure shrunk back to its original size in Liuzhuang.

"Jiang Qiu'e, how much longer do we have to hold on?" A childish but deep voice echoed in Jiang Qiu'e's heart. "If this continues, I'll have to go back to my mother's womb!"

Jiang Qiu'e looked at Xia Feng and saw that he had returned to the same appearance as he had a few days ago, with that familiar and lovely face.

If it continues to age in reverse like this, it will die sooner or later.

Jiang Qiu'e's ethereal eyes were indifferent. She pursed her lips and said coldly, "Come back first, then suck me."

Xia Feng was surprised that Jiang Qiu'e would make such a suggestion.

But that seems to make sense; if we don't have enough honey, then we should just add some more.

As long as there is enough honey, he can keep fighting until the god sealed within awakens.

But now, he is no longer the swarm of will cultivated by Jiang Qiu'e, but the enemy that Jiang Qiu'e hates, an evil person she vows to tear to pieces!
After thinking for a moment, Xia Feng took out the dark golden Na Shi Holy Bow, drew the bow, and fired three arrows that converged and formed three humanoid streams of light in the air.
This is one of the abilities of the Ten Sacred Armor, the Sacred Arrow Spirit Weapon.

Consuming mental energy releases a light arrow, which can abandon its attack form and transform into a humanoid form. The more mental energy consumed, the higher the strength and agility of the humanoid form.

Now he only has 30% of his spiritual power left. In order to conserve his energy, he has only created three level 5 Holy Arrow Spirit Soldiers, which are equivalent to the physical level of a common level 5 warrior approaching that of a True Martial.

Faced with the siege of the dragon corpse army, they should be able to hold out for a while.

Let the Holy Arrow Spirit Soldiers block outside the light membrane, and let the Thousand Hands hover in the air.

As Xia Feng stepped back inside, Jiang Qiu'e instinctively hugged him, allowing his senses of smell, hearing, and sight to return.

Xia Feng buried his face in the bulge of the blue dress, and the soft sensation made him pause for a moment before he looked up.

The woman's ethereal, aloof face came into view; her delicately furrowed brows resembled distant mountains and clear lakes in an ink painting, detached from the world, as if looking down at him from atop the clouds.

Xia Feng's dark eyes were indifferent. He reached out and unbuttoned the first button of her collar, revealing a holy blue pattern outlined in intricate lines between her delicate and rounded collarbone.

Xia Feng then unbuttoned the second and third buttons.

Jiang Qiu'e's delicate eyebrows furrowed more and more, her beautiful eyes fixed on him with an extremely cold gaze.

Xia Feng felt a chilling killing intent, which made his scalp tingle, but he just smiled and didn't say anything, continuing to unbutton the fourth button.

As he met the woman in the blue dress's ethereal eyes looking down at him, he roughly ripped off her collar.

Duang~duang~ The defensive net high up, which had long since turned deep red and blocked the view from the outside world, once again echoed with the sound of the dragon corpse crashing, causing it to vibrate.

Jiang Qiu'e clenched her fists tightly. Although her brows were furrowed, her expression remained unchanged, her face indifferent, as if it were none of her business.

(End of this chapter)