I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 52. I was indeed too arrogant.

"what?"

Master Chen turned around and looked back.

In the center of the thick, gray, misty sky, a strange vortex appeared out of nowhere. As the surrounding mist was sucked in, the vortex expanded rapidly in the naked eye.

In an instant, a fierce wind howled across the sky, the exterior walls of tall buildings trembled, and the trees on the streets near the eye of the storm shook and swayed as if they were about to be uprooted.

"Director! Something seems off."

The Holy Tribe members, who were retreating in an orderly manner, suddenly stopped. Li Sheng glanced back and immediately called them back.

The torrential rain was still falling, and everyone turned around to look up.

The old man's aged expression hardened slightly, and he spoke with a hint of doubt.

The twenty Void Calamities in the distance, like ancient beasts, perched atop countless tall buildings. But the vortex in the center seemed even more terrifying, causing the Void Calamities, which had been trying to coalesce and squeeze together, to let out sharp cries in an attempt to escape, but to no avail.

The vortex was like the gaping maw of a gluttonous beast, extending countless chains that brutally pierced into the bodies of the Void E. Then, these Void E shrank rapidly like a leaky ball.

"We, the Divine Calamity Society, will take over this city."

As soon as Ninth Master finished speaking, he was about to fly downwards when he saw a scene that left him dumbfounded.

Instead of exploding and spreading as he had expected, the twenty Void Calamities deflated into twenty thumb-sized transparent white spheres in the blink of an eye, floating up and down in the sky and earth—the initial form of the Void Calamities.

"Varied--"

Before the members of the Divine Calamity Society could recover, countless wisps of gray mist, like all streams converging, frantically plunged into the distant vortex.

As the vortex gradually shrank, everyone was able to see the figure behind it: a mysterious person wearing a spade mask.

The mysterious figure hovered in the air, his black robes fluttering. At this moment, he had his left hand behind his back and his right hand held upright in front of his chest, with the surrounding evil mist rapidly surging into his palm.

The pervasive evil energy was quietly swallowed up by most of it, and the apocalyptic scene of thunder and lightning disappeared without a trace.

Blue Tiger stared blankly at the scene, his mouth slightly agape, then twitched his lips. "Holy crap!"

"What the hell?!" He was nearly two meters tall and muscular, but his voice became high-pitched, seemingly due to his extreme surprise.

Ninth Master's playful smile slowly faded, and his face gradually darkened. This sudden change made him look like a clown, even though he had just made such a bold statement.

Everything was going smoothly just a second ago, how did the situation change like this in just a moment of distraction?
Without the Evil Cloud Sea clearing the way, they would have had no chance against the Holy Tribe.

"The Spade Mask." Ninth Master suddenly turned around and looked at the Joker. "Is he the Spade Man you were talking about?"

The clown snapped out of his shock. When he heard Ninth Master ask him, he paused, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath his mask, and said calmly, "Yes."

Ninth Master's face darkened. He really is a Venerable One?!

Only a Venerable One could directly deal with such terrifying evil power! There's no need for them to display their strength.

"Damn it—our plan has completely collapsed now." Blue Tiger was really surprised that the Joker's judgment was actually correct, and his face was not very good because he had always been at odds with the Joker.

"Ninth Master, what do we do now?"

Should we retreat?

"Those people from the Holy Ministry are mad dogs; they'll definitely take this opportunity to attack."

The clown silently observed the surprised and annoyed expressions on the faces of those around him, inwardly sneering, "Ha~ a bunch of clowns, serves you right for not believing me."

Xia Feng was still smoking.

He half-closed his eyes, focusing his attention on his palm. The Evil Spirit Liquid flowed rapidly into the heart of the Evil Demon through the spiritual pressure conduction in his palm.

The tiny, boundless stones encased in the Calamity Liquid were filtered and blocked by the palm of the hand, continuously rolling into the sleeve pocket along the cuff.

Ding ding ding ding——

是金石撞击的清鸣声。1克、10克、20克、30克.60克。

The stones seemed to be distributed very evenly, added in 10-gram increments.

90 grams, 100 grams, 110 grams, 190 grams!
290 grams!
390 grams!
Only then did his speed slow down slightly, and he looked up to rest.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, his expression froze.

Not far above, a dozen or so figures in blood-red robes floated before a golden gate, each with a strange mark etched between their brows.

Xia Feng spotted the member of the Divine Calamity Society wearing the clown mask at a glance.

"Are these people...the Divine Calamity Society?"

Xia Feng's expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself, "Holy crap!"

Have I stumbled into a wolf's den? I'm doomed!

In a flash, his mind was racing, but when he saw the wary expressions on the faces of the cult members in the distance, he paused for a moment, and then a flash of inspiration struck him.

Xia Feng glanced at the clown thoughtfully.

"Do they really think I'm some kind of Venerable One?"

"Since that's the case," Xia Feng felt reassured upon seeing this and continued to close his eyes and search for the Boundless Stone.

As the Evil Spirit Liquid was extracted from the Evil Cloud Sea, large swaths of crimson Blood Beast Impurities were suspended in mid-air.

But unexpectedly, the blood impurities did not fall to the ground; instead, they began to gather and condense.

As the blood-red light faded, the blood-red impurities within a 500-meter radius condensed into a two-meter-tall crimson giant egg, which fell straight to the ground.

This egg is called the Calamity Egg, which, as the name suggests, has a chance of hatching a Calamity Beast if properly nurtured.

This is also the most primitive way in which the Nightmare Clan was born.

In a vast area spanning tens of kilometers, nearly a hundred Evil Eggs fell from the sky, some shattering into pieces, while others landed safely.

But the members of the Holy Tribe had no time to pay attention to these things. The Duke's pupils dilated slightly as he stared intently at the mysterious figure in the distance, his palms raised and eyes closed. His tone was hesitant and filled with astonishment:
"This is...the Venerable One?"

"Judging from these methods, it's highly likely."

Xuanwu also came to his senses, his slightly stunned expression disappeared, and a smile slowly appeared on his originally indifferent old face, his eyes bright and piercing. "Interesting. It seems that Heaven has not forsaken my reign."

Things turned out completely unexpectedly.

As the sea of ​​Eerith dissipated, the torrential rain that had blanketed King's Landing gradually subsided.

The members of the Holy Division also withdrew with gloomy expressions. They looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. They originally thought that this city was doomed, but they did not expect that a mysterious Venerable would appear out of nowhere and turn the tide with strange means!
This can be considered a blessing in misfortune.

"Your Highness, let's go and meet this mysterious venerable one."

As Xuanwu finished speaking, everyone disappeared from their original spot.

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Mu Qingtong stood in front of Pingshan Hospital, gazing up at the sky with her eyes wide open, each one a question mark in itself.

The guy in the sky wearing the spade mask was clearly Xia Feng.

"Is this guy a Venerable One?"

“No—” Mu Qingtong frowned, and everything about Xia Feng began to surface in her mind. She quickly found a picture—the scene of Xia Feng helping the girl in the white dress treat her ailment.

"This is his ability," Mu Qingtong said thoughtfully, or rather, one of his trump cards.

Mu Qingtong's lips curled up unconsciously. "Interesting. So you can do this much?"

Thinking of this, she looked down at the amethyst in her hand that kept changing shape, pursed her lips, looked somewhat helpless, shook her head and murmured: "I was actually thinking of saving you. I was too arrogant after all."

(End of this chapter)