I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 542. The Thief Cries "Stop Thief!"
As the black-haired boy crashed into the ice, the surrounding bursts of ice fragments surged toward him again like a tsunami.

He was instantly frozen in a layer of pale blue ice, his facial expression frozen, his movements halted, and he was unable to move.

However, in the next instant, Xia Feng disappeared from his spot and reappeared ten meters below, flashing down inch by inch in the ice layer like a ghost.

After moving a hundred meters, he felt increasingly strained. The further he went, the more the biting cold penetrated his bones and soul, even seeping into the Holy Knight's space!

Xia Feng could clearly feel the sluggishness in his thinking. Just as his physical limbs were frozen and his blood flow slowed down, his thoughts and soul were also affected, shivering from the cold.

As Mozi Xin said, these icy forces can affect not only the body but also the soul.

In addition, as he used the Paladin Space Time more, this alternate dimension he created out of thin air also froze, filled with pale blue ice streams.

Xia Feng realized that if he waited until the interior of the alternate dimension was completely frozen, and he did not leave the Holy Knight Space, he would be trapped inside the Holy Knight Space forever and unable to get out.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a legendary relic of a god.

Relics of the gods are rare, exist in various forms, and have vastly different effects.

However, there are also general classifications: White Name, Dark Blue, Pure Blue, Epic, and Legendary.

Most of the relics of the gods are of the Xuanqing level.

The divine relics that Xia Feng had seen were almost all of the Xuanqing level; the Jinglan level was rare, and he had never seen the Epic level.

Not to mention the legendary ones.

Of course, I did witness its legendary power today.

Fortunately, Ye Likong didn't seem to be able to control this divine relic; he only had a way to avoid being attacked while inside the Ice God's remains.

Otherwise, Xia Feng felt he wouldn't be able to escape at all, and might even be instantly killed.

As he pondered, the invasion of icy power made Xia Feng feel drowsy. The yang energy in his spiritual essence dissipated from his soul, his consciousness became blurred, and his thinking became increasingly sluggish. These were signs that he was about to be frozen.

Within the ice layer, spiritual power can be used to resist the invasion of icy forces, and yang energy can resist the feeling of cold.

But in just a short while, Xia Feng's mental energy was exhausted.

However, this also shows that Miss Du Mu, who possesses a vast amount of spiritual power, should be fine, but she simply doesn't have a way to escape her predicament for the time being.

Xia Feng did think of a way to rescue them, but he needed to go in first.

Through his blurred vision, Xia Feng could vaguely see three figures beneath the pale blue ice layer ahead. He took a deep breath and used the Holy Knight Space one last time.

His figure flickered, and just before the Holy Knight Space was frozen, he leaped out of the space and appeared beside the three women.

His thoughts completely stopped at that moment, his serious expression froze, and his eyes were fixed.

Fortunately, he was still conscious and could receive images and sounds from the outside world, but he was almost unable to think, and it took him a long time to come up with any idea.

Therefore, it is difficult for thoughts to transmit instructions to the body and control its actions.

at the same time.

The three women were suspended face to face in mid-air, with a narrow gap in the two-cubic-meter space, which was not covered by ice.

The biting cold tormented the three women; this chilling coldness to their very souls was like torture, making them tremble with fear.

Cha Nai Xue and Jiang Qiu E each embraced Mu Qing Tong. Mu Qing Tong was the only one of the three who was in relatively good condition, with a warm body. They tried to get some warmth from Mu Qing Tong to alleviate their chill.

But this is obviously not very useful.

The icy power within the remains of the Ice God is actually derived from Yin energy. The stronger one's Yin energy, the more tormented they will be within it. Men, whose primary energy is Yang, will not feel too cold. Upon entering the ice layer, their Yang energy will spontaneously dissipate, forming a warm protective layer that provides them with a certain degree of resistance.

Just when it was unbearably cold, Jiang Qiu'e noticed Xia Feng, who had instantly appeared beside the three women.

Her ethereal eyes couldn't blink, but after a flash of light in her eyes, the indigo fairy pattern between her brows emitted spiritual energy, forming six talismans inscribed with the character "挪".

Six talismans flew past and were successively affixed to Xia Feng's brow.

Under the power of the talisman, Xia Feng flashed six more times, advancing a few centimeters each time, and soon flashed to Jiang Qiu'e's chest.

The scorching sunlight hit her face, and Xia Feng fell headfirst into her arms. Jiang Qiu'e felt as if the ice in her heart was melting away with warm water, and her whole body felt comfortable.

Cha Nai Xue glanced down and noticed that since she was squeezed to Jiang Qiu'e's left, Xia Feng had also bumped into her breasts when he bumped into her.

A blush appeared on Chana's pale, delicate face, which was frozen by ice shards.

She wasn't as shameless as Jiang Qiu'e, who could openly absorb Xia Feng's yang energy with her chest to alleviate the chill in her soul.

However, the thought only flashed through her mind for a moment before Chana Yuki subconsciously controlled her stiff body and squeezed forward with all her might.

The warmth on Xia Feng's face warmed her heart and relaxed her mind.

However, at that very moment, Cha Nai Xue and Jiang Qiu E simultaneously noticed a pair of pale golden eyes calmly staring at them from across the room.

Mu Qingtong's expression remained indifferent.

Jiang Qiu'e's delicate eyebrows, which were covered in icy shards, remained indifferent, as if she hadn't noticed Mu Qingtong's gaze.

Chana Yuki pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, then deliberately squeezed forward a little.

In front of Mu Qingtong, the chiffon fabric on her chest collapsed like a mountain, leaving a large, soft, sunken area.

However, because of her movement, Xia Feng leaned backward, and the fine ice fragments surrounding the four people melted and dispersed under the scorching heat of his emanating yang energy.

The sluggish feeling in the surrounding space lessened, and Jiang Qiu'e and Chana Xue pressed Xia Feng's head against Mu Qingtong's chest.

Behind Mu Qingtong was a solid layer of ice, like an ice bed. She was forced to lie down on it, and Mr. Xia's head was cushioned by her, making him feel secure under his pillow.

The scorching heat of the sun thus seeped into her heart, slightly dispelling the chill.

Chana and Jiang Qiu'e squeezed Xia Feng's head from the left and right, pressing it into the solemn nun's bulging chest. The two women looked at Xia Feng, who could not resist below, and Mu Qingtong, whose gaze was gradually sharpening, and felt inexplicably strange.

There's a thrill in it, like I've bullied both Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong.

Xia Feng could still see his surroundings clearly, but suddenly everything went black. His left cheek hit something soft, and his right cheek and ear were squeezed by an even larger darkness. His breathing was sealed, and his body leaned backward. The back of his head was also held, leaving him nowhere to retreat. The world was completely plunged into darkness and isolation.

Only the faint sound of Chana Yuki from above could be heard.

"Jiang Qiu'e, please stop pushing, you're pressing on my hair."

"I didn't squeeze."

"Your sac is practically squeezing Xiao Feng's face, and you still say it wasn't squeezed? Saintess Qiu'e, are you trying to suffocate Xiao Feng?"

"Chana Yuki, do you know what it means to cry 'stop thief' when you're the one who's thief crying 'stop thief'?

"Hmm? I don't know, maybe—"

"Shut up, both of you." The cold, indifferent voice rang out, instantly silencing the two women.

(End of this chapter)