I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 663. Mr. Xia, You Are Not Perfect Enough
Xia Feng didn't know what his body's cells were fearing, but he knew he had to run!
Without hesitation, he entered the Paladin Space and turned to flee towards the surface.

But he had only just teleported to the front of the safe house's barrier.

The wall of the house suddenly twitched strangely, revealing a very thin vertical crack with a golden line, and then it opened wide!

It is an eye the size of a palm, with deep purple spiral lines that, like ripples on water, shrink from the eye socket to the pupil, eventually converging into a purplish-purple swastika pattern that slowly rotates clockwise.

"Bam—!"

Xia Feng crashed straight into the wall of the house, and was then thrown backward against the wind by the enormous rebound force.

"Damn it." Xia Feng was startled. This safe house seemed to have a life force?
He suddenly turned around and looked at the ground.

The woman in the black dress, wearing high heels, walked slowly through a sea of ​​gardenias, her steps elegant and her golden eyes indifferent.

"Fear is the root of all things. It is because of fear that all things have been able to evolve over the course of billions of years."

To Xia Feng's astonishment, the ends of the woman's silver hair in the black dress gradually turned into a lavender purple. However, only a small section was highlighted, and the purple hue faded towards the top, while the upper middle section remained covered in flowing silver hair.

In a clear, indifferent voice, he slowly recounted, "They fear pain, fear death, fear being eliminated by the laws of nature and ultimately disappearing into the river of time. It is for this reason that fear breeds faith, enlightens the mind, and evolves for survival. Humans are the best creation born from fear."

"Unfortunately, I used to scoff at the idea of ​​fear."

"But fortunately, Mr. Xia, you have made me truly understand that fear is the best nourishment for the strong."

The silver-haired witch looked up, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Only fear can make us stronger and more perfect! What do you think, Mr. Xia?"

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"I think...?" Xia Feng swallowed hard. "I think you shouldn't smile at me like that; it scares me."
The silver-haired witch's slightly wavy hair, highlighted with a deep purple, fluttered. A diamond-shaped amethyst suddenly landed between her brows, leaving a strange, eerie mark. Her beautiful eyes remained calm.
“And Mr. Xia, you are not perfect yet.”

Her tone was serene, "But I can help you. Mr. Xia, do you want to become perfect?"

Xia Feng's breath hitched; he could sense that Miss Mu had gone mad.

Genius on the left, madman on the right.

They were always separated by only a thin line.

It seems this time the shock was truly too great, turning Miss Mu into a real witch. Xia Feng felt a chill in his heart and, without hesitation, turned and ran again!

But to his surprise, the clothes on his body seemed to come alive, suddenly tightening as if they had come into contact with life.

The collar tightened around his neck like a rope, and strands of satin ribbons and silk threads broke apart, spiraling upwards and transforming into a cocoon-like shape to wrap around him.

Xia Feng was forced to tilt his head back, suffocating. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a purple swastika-shaped spiral eye in the center of the chaotic fabric, sometimes condensing and sometimes dissipating.

What the hell is this ability? Xia Feng wanted to enter the Holy Knight Space, but found that spiral purple eyes were also appearing in the surrounding space.

At the same time, a sharp, eerie low voice, like the murmur of a demon, echoed in my ears: "Devour, evolve. Devour, evolve."

The eerie, fragmented sounds repeated incessantly, and the distorted space was compressed layer by layer.

Xia Feng felt as if he had been stuffed into a shrinking suitcase, his body and soul being squeezed frantically, and he couldn't even pass through the Holy Knight Space. He could hardly breathe.

"Roar—!!" In the distance, Yue Hongli brandished her bone halberd, and the white bone dragon beneath her feet roared at the command, its bone mouth, which spewed white flames, opened wide and roared toward Xia Feng.

They attempted to free Xia Feng from this strange confinement.

But the next moment, the bone dragon, which was actually already dead and without intelligence, suddenly stopped, and two purple swastika-shaped spiral eyes suddenly condensed deep in the cheekbone burning with white flames.

It spun around once.

"Roar!!!" It raised its dragon head high and let out an excited and loud roar that shook the heavens.

A fierce gale arose. The crimson carp atop the dragon's head was spiraled into the sky.

The bone dragon circled in the air for a moment before charging at Xia Feng again.

But after it bit Xia Feng, it turned around and swooped down to the ground, respectfully prostrating itself in front of the woman in the black dress. It also spat Xia Feng into the woman's feet, letting out a docile whimpering growl.

Xia Feng: "!!!"

No, your ability can actually give a bone dragon sentience??
However, the swastika-shaped purple pupil deep in the Bone Dragon's cheekbone did not last long. After a faint tremor revealing a hint of unwillingness, it collapsed with a roar.

The life force on the bone dragon vanished completely.

Just as Xia Feng was about to get up, his tie automatically knotted itself again, pulled back, and lifted up.

He was brought directly in front of the silver-haired witch by the tie. Her cool and aloof face was made even more alluring by the eerie diamond shape between her brows.

The witch hooked her slender fingers under Xia Feng's chin and slowly lifted his cheek.

Her beautiful eyes glanced down dismissively, and she said indifferently, "Nothing special."

Xia Feng sneered, showing no fear whatsoever: "Miss Mu, you should know that if I use the Spirit Infant Transformation, you can't do anything to me."

After killing Ye Lidongjun, he obtained a level four spiritual infant, which was in a state of constant danger of exploding.

Unless Mu Qingtong can use her newly acquired, strange ability to stop the spirit infant from exploding, she will never be able to trap him.

Mu Qingtong's gaze was calm: "I really couldn't stop you from self-destructing. So Mr. Xia, if you want to escape, you can try."

Xia Feng raised an eyebrow: "Just a heads-up, Miss Mu, if a Venerable Four Spirit Infant self-destructs, you'll be severely injured, if not killed."

"I know." The silver-haired witch nodded calmly.

Xia Feng: "."

“The elements that constitute strength are never just one’s own ability, but also intangible things like emotions, memories, and personality. If you can set aside your feelings for me, disregard the fact that I will most likely be seriously injured, and defeat me by any means necessary, then I will think more highly of you.”

"But unfortunately, you don't dare." Her golden eyes looked down at her.

"I wouldn't dare?" Xia Feng smirked. "As if you would dare?"

The silver-haired witch smiled and shook her head, her eyes filled with interest: "You can resurrect infinitely, so why wouldn't I dare?"

".!"

So, my ability to resurrect is considered a weakness by you?

The silver-haired witch grabbed Xia Feng by the collar and threw him back onto the lap of her silver-haired clone on the sofa. Xia Feng was held by the clone's waist with one arm and the other slowly touched his tailbone.

"Mr. Xia, I must say, both the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor and the Nightmare River's power—these resurrection abilities are indeed quite impressive, allowing me to—"

The silver-haired witch stopped in front of Xia Feng and said, "Go ahead and unleash your violence!"

Her golden eyes, cold and desolate like those of a twilight valley, looked down with indifferent eyes as she spoke these words.

Xia Feng's dark pupils widened, his hair stood on end, and his tailbone tingled as if a dragon's tail was about to be revealed.

He quickly reached back to stop the clone from reaching down to his waist, but the next moment, the witch in front of him grabbed his wrist.

The silver-haired witch took a step forward, closing in on him. In the reflection of Xia Feng's suddenly constricted pupils, her beautiful golden eyes were filled with an indifference and violent desire never before seen in her!
The two women leaned in one after the other, their voices cold and detached, and said in unison, "Mr. Xia, are you ready to face your fears?"

(End of this chapter)