I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 533 - 501. A crisis scarier than death

Xia Feng felt his consciousness being dragged, tumbling down layer by layer into the depths of the abyss.

Below the abyss was a sea formed by countless monstrous hands and fleshly limbs, from which faces of all shapes and life situations emerged, lips curled in the same uniform smile.

"Wake up."

A voice, ethereal and otherworldly, beckoned from beyond the ninth heaven.

A Clean Talisman surged into the back of Xia Feng’s head, and he jolted awake, his dark pupils regaining their light, his cold and solemn gaze sweeping over the snowy plain.

"Swoosh—" The headless corpses on the snowfield moved swiftly, fleshly wings flapping as they converged toward the hill from all directions to encircle and attack.

These monsters were in the tens of thousands, endless and boundless, their roars shaking the heavens.

Xia Feng’s head buzzed again, feeling as if his nerves were twitching, a strange sense of panic and despair inexplicably arising within him.

"These are aberrant Dragon Corpses; their eyes on the wings, the sounds they make, the scents they emit from their bodies, and even the gnawing of their sharp teeth will intensify your negative emotions."

The will of the woman in green resounded in Xia Feng’s heart. Xia Feng nodded, without hesitation, he chose to shut off his sense of sight, smell, and hearing, plunging completely into darkness.

At the same time, he resolutely thought, "Jiang Qiue, you take command."

Jiang Qiue didn’t expect Xia Feng to truly trust her like this... but it was also true, their Resurrection methods were of little use against the Snow Plain Consciousness, so at this moment, they had to abandon their grudges and work closely together to avoid assimilation by the Snow Plain Consciousness.

However, with the link of the Queen Bee consciousness, the communication between Xia Feng and Jiang Qiue was more than ten times faster than normal Mind Transmission.

Xia Feng was able to clearly sense the environmental descriptions provided by Jiang Qiue, as if she had become his eyes, presenting his surrounding environment in its entirety.

With eyes closed and head tilted, Xia Feng narrowly dodged a Dragon Corpse’s sharp claw while delivering a whirling kick behind him, sending the Dragon Corpse flying backwards a hundred meters like a cannonball, knocking down all the monsters climbing up the hill in swathes.

But more Dragon Corpses were closing in on Xia Feng.

Xia Feng saw nothing, simply dodging left and right under Jiang Qiue’s directive, punching and sending the Dragon Corpses flying one after another.

"Xia Feng, is there a way to clear these severed hands from the light film?" Jiang Qiue asked in his mind.

Xia Feng charged out from the mass of creatures, sprinting forward, activating the Thousand Hands Guanyin Statue. At once, as spiritual power was greatly consumed, a thousand arms identical to his right arm materialized in the air.

The Thousand Hands Guanyin Statue, acquired at the East Victory Fortress, was a Spiritual Artifact with high practicality, able to mark enemies with the excitement ring and the Four Symbols Formation, perfectly inheriting Xia Feng’s Power and Agility Value.

The drawback was that the manifested hands could only operate within a range of one hundred meters, with a maximum of one thousand hands, and each hand required a significant amount of spiritual power to maintain.

But it was enough.

Around Jiang Qiue, a battle of hands ensued, with each pale, withered hand being seized and crushed powerfully by Xia Feng’s thousand hands.

With the Thousand Hands Guanyin Statue to assist, the phrase ’two fists are no match for four hands’ did not apply to Xia Feng; he was no longer afraid of being overwhelmed by hordes of monsters.

Xia Feng stood atop the hill, in front of a faintly red light membrane, with a Thousand Hands floating behind him, standing his ground alone.

But after showing off for an hour,

He began to show fatigue.

The Snow Plain Consciousity was not without wisdom and directly commanded three Dragon Corpses to seize one of his hands, needing only three thousand Dragon Corpses to barely keep them under control.

Moreover, these aberrant Dragon Corpses had teeth growing on their smooth necks; when bitten, they intensified negative emotions.

Jiang Qiue continually created new purification character charms that helped him maintain his sanity and clear the negative emotions.

But there were simply too many dragon corpses, the onslaught seemed endless.

His shirt had completely disintegrated, revealing a robust yet aesthetically pleasing physique, riddled with horrific injuries from the dragon corpses tearing at his arms, thighs, back muscles, and skull.

Fortunately, the Queen Bee’s tears not only enabled the creation of a hive mind but also endowed him with a remarkably potent self-healing ability. No matter the injury, even severed limbs or a pierced skull, he could recover in an instant.

However, such regeneration required the consumption of honey.

Each time he healed himself, his bone age would decrease slightly.

After enduring another hour, his once statured form shrank again to how he appeared when at Liu Mansion.

"Jiang Qiue, how much longer must I hold on?" a childish and heavy voice echoed in Jiang Qiue’s heart, "At this rate, I’ll revert back into my mother’s womb!"

Jiang Qiue watched Xia Feng revert back to his appearance from a few days earlier, that familiar, adorable face she knew so well.

Continuing to age in reverse like this would eventually lead to death.

Jiang Qiue’s ethereal and beautiful eyes were indifferent as she pursed her lips, her expression cold, "Come back to me first, draw from me."

"....." Xia Feng didn’t expect Jiang Qiue to actually make such a suggestion.

However... it did make sense. Since they were running out of honey, replenishing some would be good.

As long as there was enough honey, he could keep fighting indefinitely, until the deity sealed within awoke.

But now, he wasn’t the hive mind Jiang Qiue had cultivated, but the hated enemy she vowed to tear into a thousand pieces, an embodiment of evil!

After considering this, Xia Feng took out the dark golden Nash Saint Bow, drew it, and shot out three arrows. In the air, they formed three streams of light that took on human shapes.

This was one of the powers of the Nash Saintly Armor, the Holy Arrow Spirit Soldiers.

Releasing light arrows consumed spiritual power, which could abandon their attack form to become humanoid entities. The more spiritual power used, the higher the Power and Agility Value of the humanoid entity.

Now that he had only 30% of his spiritual power left, in order to conserve it, he only created three level 5 Holy Arrow Spirit Soldiers, comparable to General Fifth’s near-genuine martial physique.

With this, he should be able to withstand the Dragon Corpse Army’s siege for a while.

He let the Holy Arrow Spirit Soldiers block outside the light membrane, as Thousand Hands levitated.

With a step, Xia Feng re-entered, and Jiang Qiue unconsciously wrapped her arms around him, he opened up his sealed senses and let his smell, hearing, and vision return.

His face buried in the folds of her green dress, the soft sensation made Xia Feng momentarily dazed before he looked up.

The woman’s celestial cold visage filled his view, her lightly furrowed brows like mountains and clear lakes in ink paintings, detached from the mortal world, as if she looked down upon him from the clouds.

Xia Feng’s dark pupils were indifferent as he reached forward and unfastened the first button of her dress. Between the delicate and smooth collarbone, a complex pattern of sacred blue lines emerged.

He then quickly unfastened the second and third buttons.

Jiang Qiue’s brows furrowed tighter, her beautiful eyes sharply piercing as she watched him.

Xia Feng felt a bone-chilling intent to kill, his scalp tingling, but he simply smiled, silent, and continued to unfasten the fourth button.

Thus, amidst a gaze with the woman in the green dress, whose ethereal eyes looked down upon him, he roughly tore off her neckline.

Duang~duang~ the defense net high above that had turned a deep red to block outside view vibrated once more with the impact of the dragon corpses, sending out tremors.

Jiang Qiue clenched her fists tightly; though her brows were tightly knitted, her expression remained unchanged, her face indifferent as if the matter was of no concern to her.