I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 69. Vermilion Bird Demon Armor
Mu Qingtong crushed the Jupiter flower and sprinkled it into the glass bottle. It was dissolved by the fiery red liquid in the bottle, and in an instant, a few golden fragments floated to the surface of the liquid and drifted into the air.

She held the glass bottle up to the blood moon, glanced at it, and nodded: "It will take another 50 seconds for it to fully fuse."

Fifty seconds should be enough. Xia Feng looked into the depths of the forest and said in a deep voice, "The pursuers are here."

Mu Qingtong put away the advancement potion bottle, and the eight-faced man instantly appeared under the blood moon, carrying a large blood-red scythe, his black robes fluttering.

"Gentlemen, what's this? Are you giving up on struggling and not running away?" the 8-faced man said mockingly.

"The dog chases me, and the more I run, the more enthusiastically it chases me."

Xia Feng slowly drew his long sword and chuckled, "Instead of doing this, it's easier to just kill the dog."

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"Fool, being quick-witted is useless." The eight-faced man's tone was slightly cold. He flicked his scythe, and in the blink of an eye, Blood Shadow appeared behind Xia Feng, grinning, "I'll send you on your way!"

Xia Feng felt a stab to the back of his neck, a warning from his battle instincts. Whoosh—the moment his head tilted to the side, a large scythe sliced ​​across his scalp, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Two-Tails Instant Open!

With two pale golden tails that were fluffy and long, and the tips of the tails released sharp spiritual pressure, Xia Feng's body shot out like a rocket.

But the eight-faced man was incredibly fast. After leaving a spiral scorch mark on the grass, his figure flashed to Xia Feng's head and stomped down with his big foot.

Two-Tailed Fox spread its defensive light net around its forehead, but it still couldn't withstand the powerful stomp of the Eight-Faced Man, and it slammed down to the ground with a thud!
The ground cracked and the dust settled. To the surprise of the eight people, Xia Feng was not injured at all. Instead, he raised his knife, bent his knees to gather strength, and suddenly released the power. Electric snakes coiled under his feet, and like a spring, he shot into the sky with a terrifying wave of blood!

"What—" The eight-faced man's pupils dilated slightly, and he quickly raised his arm, coldly shouting, "Shield!"

Boom! Xia Feng's broadsword struck the dark green shield-shaped light barrier, and layers of blood waves rippled out during the collision, exploding into a burst of light.

The eight-faced man frowned slightly and retreated a hundred meters away.

"Is this the power of a D-rank spirit garment like Triple Wave?" He pressed his trembling arm with a look of surprise and doubt.

What puzzled him even more was that the electrified footwork Xia Feng had just used seemed to be a C-rank spirit garment?!

How could a newly initiated first-tier spirit master possess a C-grade spirit robe?! And he seems to be quite proficient in it!

The 8-faced man suddenly remembered what the King had said about Xia Feng being a genius, and that they should be careful when dealing with him.

He didn't take it too seriously at the time, but now it seems he was right; this kid is a complete freak!

Thinking of this, the 8-faced man couldn't help but chuckle with relief, thankfully he hadn't let the kid grow up.

"Kid, you're quite interesting~"

The eight-faced man beckoned to Xia Feng with his finger, "Come on, let me see what else you can do—"

Halfway through his sentence, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly swung the scythe backward, making a whooshing sound—

The woman in the black dress had her snow-white hair flying wildly in the wind. Her pretty face was calm, and waves of blood kept gushing out from the long sword in her hand, turning into sharp wind blades that rushed towards him.

Click click click——

The attack came so suddenly that he had no time to defend himself. His mask began to shatter, revealing his pale jaw and blood trickling from the corner of his lips.

Damn it, how come this woman can also perform the Triple Wave! The eight-faced man was sent flying backward, forming hand seals in mid-air and shouting, "Touch of Ghost Wood!"

His body was instantly covered with a layer of dark green spiritual armor, and countless brownish-green wooden branches shot out from his hands, dancing wildly in the air like octopus tentacles, spreading in all directions, while easily blocking the impact of the blood wave.

The man in white and the woman in black stood at opposite ends of the battlefield. They looked at each other, nodded, and then quickly formed a hand seal: "Heavenly Rain."

Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, and large raindrops began to pelt down. "Thunderstorm!"

As the man and woman spoke in unison, the faint electrical wires remaining in the air rapidly exploded and split, repeating this process repeatedly. Within moments, large patches of electric snakes appeared and roamed around them.

The wooden tentacles that lunged at the two men were charred and sparked as they burned and fell off.

"Thunder Step." Two figures, one in black and one in white, transformed into black and white lightning bolts in the torrential rain, constantly moving and shuttling through the defensive net of ghost trees, and in a few breaths they instantly arrived on the left and right sides of the 8-faced man.

Two figures, one black and one white, hovered in the air. The eight-faced man looked up, his pupils shrinking slightly. What were these two doing?! One monster was bad enough, but two of them had appeared!
Amidst his inner turmoil and uncertainty, he made no defensive move. Instead, a slow smile played on his lips as two blood-red longswords, like guillotines, crossed paths—

Blood gushed from his neck like a fountain, and his smiling head flew into the sky.

In the pouring rain, the woman in the black dress and the woman in the white shirt shook the blood off their knives and turned around, looking at the headless corpse kneeling on the ground with confusion.

“He has a problem,” Mu Qingtong said softly.

Xia Feng nodded: "A second-tier spirit master, and a calamity-inducing one at that, indeed died far too easily."

"Hehe~ You two are truly geniuses, you even saw through that."

A soft laugh came from the belly of the headless corpse. A small, wrinkled hand emerged from the belly, and a tiny old man, only about 1.2 meters tall, slowly crawled out.

The corpses and heads on the ground suddenly disintegrated, turning into wisps of spiritual light that drifted into the air.

"It seems the old man is the real body, and this outer skin is either a spirit garment or a manifestation of a spirit artifact," Xia Feng mused.

[Target artifact detected, copying in progress—]

[Target: Vermilion Bird Demon Armor]

[Copy successful!]

[Copy slots have reached their limit. Replace the current artifact, 'Forest Scepter'?]

As the aura dissipated, the old man twisted his neck, and his spiritual pressure began to rise steadily. He grinned as he looked at the two of them:

"I didn't want to use a magical artifact, but unfortunately, you've angered me!"

The spiritual pressure surrounding the old man surged like waves, creating a hurricane. Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong frowned and took a step back, while the surrounding woods rustled with ghostly whispers.

Soon, to the astonishment of the two, the old man's spiritual pressure broke through the peak of the second tier and reached the third tier spiritual master stage.

"A breakthrough before battle?" Xia Feng was stunned, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "No, that's not right. This should be his spiritual weapon ability? His spiritual weapon can actually allow someone to temporarily advance in rank?"

Thinking of this, Xia Feng was overjoyed. What an amazing spiritual artifact this was!

It's important to know that with each level up, he gains an extra copy slot.

For example, if he upgrades to the second order, he can have two copy bits, but that's still too few.

However, if he could temporarily break through to the third tier during battle, he would have an extra copy slot, giving him more possibilities for maneuver!
"I must say, although you two are only first-tier spirit masters, you are fully capable of killing a second-tier spirit master when you work together."

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and his withered lips were slightly parted. "But unfortunately, you probably won't even be able to get close to a third-tier spiritual master's spiritual pressure field."

The solidified spiritual pressure circle rippled outwards, and a transparent domain with a radius of three meters vaguely appeared around the old man.

"Kid, you can copy, right? Go ahead and try!"

The old man smiled sinisterly. Before his afterimage had even disappeared, his true form had already appeared behind Xia Feng. His gaze was indifferent, and killing intent surged forth.

(End of this chapter)