I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 698 Unless the Pale Dragon God Descends
Inside Black Moon City, no one knew that the anomalies caused by the Refining God Tower had drawn the attention of all the Venerables in this region of the planet to the unusual situation in the far south.

Various forces, including the Holy Tribe, the Li Dong Legion, and the Apocalypse Knights, began to rush towards this location.

Meanwhile, the purple mist waves that had been shaken back into the inner city by the giant tower rolled in like demonic smoke and quickly covered the outer city.

At the same time, it also swallowed the dark tower, with wisps of purple mist seeping into it.

The young man with the lion-riding spirit looked up at the towering structure in front of him and shook his head.

He had thought that the man and three women really had a way to resist the purple mist, but now it seems that he was just overthinking it.

Although the origin of this tower is unknown, and it does have the ability to slow down the rate at which the purple mist seeps in, it still cannot stop the purple mist from seeping in at all.

Xia Feng's use of this tower for defense is undoubtedly a self-inflicted trap.

"Hey, you lion rider, forget about those doomed rats. Have you figured out a way to escape yet?" The blood demon's shout came, and the one-eyed youth glanced at it coldly, about to say something.

The purple mist that filled the sky and earth began to move again. This time, instead of expanding, it converged towards the towering black tower, forming a terrifying vortex like a tornado.

This also led to the purple mist content in the remaining areas of the outer city becoming increasingly thin, until it was completely gone.

Fen Tian and the young lion instantly realized that Xia Feng and the other three inside the tower had not yet been corrupted by the purple mist.
Furthermore, in order to corrupt Xia Feng and his companions, the Holy Shepherd of Moro mobilized all the purple mist, ignoring them and using it specifically to deal with Xia Feng.

"What's going on?" Leng Xiu looked at the scene with confusion and astonishment.

Burning City's Fiery Eyes were majestic, and he said in a deep voice, "It seems that even without conceptual techniques, this towering black tower can deal with that evil purple mist. It is indeed not simple."

The young man holding the lion was taken aback, and frowned in surprise.

This Xia Feng is really lucky.

“Young Master, according to that person’s request, Xia Feng must die today.” The old man in black robes said in a deep voice, “Should this old servant do it personally to avoid causing any trouble?”

The young lion-riding man turned the ring on the middle finger of his white glove, his single eye slightly narrowed as he quietly looked at the Tower of Babel covered by a purple tornado, and said in a low voice, "No need. Given the current situation, since Moro will help us deal with this person, why dirty our hands?"

In fact, Moro, far away in the Tower of Babel, could hear their conversation.

Although Moro didn't know which faction the Lion-Riding Youth came from, or why the people behind the youth were targeting Xia Feng.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Moro stood calmly before the dazzling Star River Waterfall, with the endless dark void behind him.

"Old man! You'd better give me a reasonable explanation!" An Xingjia was unable to remain calm. He was about to explode, his tired eyes, covered in dark circles, burning with rage.

He did know that Moro was up to something big, and even guessed that Moro wanted to help Red Moon seize the position of the main palace.

But no one expected that Moro's methods would be so sinister.

An Xingjia looked out at the clouds below the tower, where nearly a million people were lined up in an orderly fashion, forming tens of thousands of long lines, coming towards the tower from all directions, as if on a pilgrimage, or as if they were offering themselves as a sacrifice.

The eerie sights beneath the clouds were secondary; what truly terrified An Xingjia was the purple mist.

In this world, gods are divided into three pantheons based on the source of their extraordinary abilities: the Star Gods, the Dragon Gods, and the Nightmare Gods.

This purple mist actually possessed all three divine auras. If it were anyone else, they would naturally not be able to sense the sinister nature of the purple mist, but An Xingjia had special abilities and exceptional perception.

He could clearly sense within the purple mist that the three divine natures coexisted harmoniously, each representing one another. It was a strange feeling—like two mortal enemies who should be locked in a life-or-death struggle, suddenly becoming husband and wife, sharing a loving bed.
In short, An Xingjia felt that the purple mist created by the Holy Shepherd of Moro posed a threat to the world's destruction!

If this purple mist is allowed to run rampant in the Three Realms, the human race, the Nightmare race, and even the old gods of the Star Realm who are barely clinging to life will all suffer!
"Please take your seat and remain calm."

Molona's blue flames flickered beneath his hood, and he chuckled softly, "I know what you're worried about, but as you can see, this fog has very limited capabilities. It can only erode one city at most, and it can also be countered by conceptual techniques."

His hand, gloved with azure blue, pointed northward beneath his robe sleeves, and he sighed helplessly, "Even that black tower remains unconquered."

Hearing Moro's explanation, An Xingjia frowned, nodded thoughtfully, but didn't believe a word of it.

He has made a decision.
Once the mission is complete, I must return and report everything that happened in Black Moon City to my mother.

As for whether to report it to the council and the Four Pillars, it depends on the mother's decision.

As he pondered, An Xingjia followed Moro's gaze back to the towering structure opposite them, wondering, "What exactly is this tower?"

Moro was also very curious to know.
He could spread his spiritual senses throughout the city through the purple mist, but the towering black tower was like a bottomless pit, isolating both the inside and outside.

The purple mist seeped in, and only four blurry figures could be vaguely seen back to back; the rest was a blood-soaked mess.

It's estimated that this blood-red substance was what caused the purple mist to seep in and disappear without a trace, and it can't be retrieved, which is very strange.

However, Moro was not in a hurry, because he clearly sensed that the auras of two of the four people inside the tower were rapidly declining. Obviously, they had to pay a price to fight against the purple mist and could not hold on for long.

"So, your goal is really just to bring down the Goddess of the Red Moon?" An Xingjia asked, puzzled.

“Lord An, I have already explained this matter to you.”

"Then why be so fixated on assimilating the minds of those two saintesses?"

"It is because they bear the mark of authority bestowed upon them by the Black Moon."

Moro said calmly, "Assimilation of their minds will allow us to reclaim the Black Moon authority. Only after the Red Moon Goddess descends into the world will our strength become even greater."

An Xingjia didn't quite understand the logic behind this. Why would assimilating the Holy Maiden's mind allow him to reclaim the Black Moon's authority? He had never heard of such a method for reclaiming authority.

He suspected that the old man was lying to him again.

An Xingjia now views everything Moro says with suspicion, feeling that this sinister old man has other ulterior motives.

However, he took Moro's words as true for now and continued to ask questions.

"You've made such a huge commotion just so that Hongyue can seize power in the main palace?"

An Xingjia narrowed his lazy eyes slightly, "But as far as I know, the twelve constellations of the astral plane have long established a divine covenant. If a deputy constellation were to seize power from the main constellation, the other star gods would have a responsibility to stop it. Aren't you afraid of attracting justice or the elements?"

The blue flame flickered dimly beneath Moro's hood, but he shook his head, a faint smile tinged with disdain:
"Unless the legendary Pale Dragon God descends, even if the Three Holy Star Gods were to come in person, they would not be able to stop what is happening today."

(End of this chapter)