Bound to Witch of Destruction – Chapter 52

“What?”
Daoist Chen looked back.
In the center of the thick, gray misty cloud sky, a strange vortex had appeared at some unknown time. As the surrounding mist was sucked in, the vortex visibly expanded at a rapid pace.
Instantly, fierce winds howled across the land, shaking the outer walls of tall buildings. Trees on the streets near the center of the storm swayed violently, seemingly on the verge of being uprooted.
“Bureau Chief! Something seems wrong.”
The Holy Department members, who were retreating in an orderly fashion, suddenly stopped. Li Sheng merely glanced back before calling everyone to a halt.
The downpour continued as everyone turned to look up at the sky.
The old man’s aged expression flickered, and he spoke with light suspicion.
In the distant sky, twenty Sky Calamities loomed like primeval beasts above countless tall buildings. However, the vortex in the center seemed like something even more terrifying, causing the Sky Calamities, which had been attempting to gather and compress, to emit sharp cries and try to flee, but to no avail.
The vortex was like the gluttonous mouth of a beast devouring the heavens, extending countless chains that violently pierced into the Sky Calamities. Then, these Sky Calamities shriveled up like leaky balloons.
“This city is ours, the God’s Calamity Society.”
As Ninth Master finished speaking and was preparing to fly down, he witnessed a scene that left him dumbfounded.
The twenty Sky Calamities did not explode and disperse as he had anticipated. Instead, they shriveled into twenty transparent white spheres, the size of a thumb, floating heavily in the sky and earth. This was the initial form of the Sky Calamities.
“Wh—”
Before the members of the God’s Calamity Society could recover, countless wisps of gray mist flowed like a thousand rivers returning to their source, pouring madly into the distant vortex.
As the vortex gradually shrank, everyone could finally see the figure behind it: a mysterious person wearing a Spade mask.
The mysterious person floated in the air, his black robe rustling. He had his left hand behind his back and his right hand raised in front of his chest, with the surrounding Calamity Force mist flowing rapidly into his palm.
The Calamity Force that had once spread throughout the land was now being largely swallowed, and the apocalyptic scene of thunder and lightning had disappeared without a trace.
Blue Tiger stared blankly at the scene with his mouth slightly ajar, twitching his lips. “I—holy crap!”
“What the hell—?!” Although he was a strapping man nearly two meters tall, his voice had become somewhat high-pitched due to extreme surprise.
Ninth Master’s playful smile slowly faded, and his face gradually turned grim. This sudden change made him, who had just boasted, look like a clown.
Everything had been going smoothly just a moment ago; how could the situation have changed so drastically in the blink of an eye?
Without the Calamity Force Cloud Sea clearing the way, they would have been completely unable to contend with the Holy Department.
“Spade mask…” Ninth Master suddenly turned to look at the Jester. “Is that the Spade Person you mentioned?”
The Jester snapped out of his astonishment. Hearing Ninth Master’s question, he paused, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips beneath the mask, and said calmly, “Yes.”
Ninth Master’s expression was unsightly. He was actually a Venerable?!
Only a Venerable could directly deal with such terrifying Calamity Force! What need was there to display their strength?
“Damn it—our plan is completely ruined now.” Blue Tiger clearly hadn’t expected the Jester’s judgment to be correct. His expression was quite displeased, given their usual animosity.
“Ninth Master, what do we do now?”
“Should we retreat?”
“Those lunatics from the Holy Department will definitely seize this opportunity to attack us.”
The Jester watched the surprised and annoyed expressions of those around him with disdain, a cold laugh echoing in his heart. “Heh~ A bunch of clowns. I told you not to believe me.”
Xia Feng was still absorbing.
He half-closed his eyes, focusing his attention on his palm. The Calamity Spirit Fluid flowed rapidly into the Calamity Demon Heart through the Spirit Pressure conduction in his palm.
The crumbled Boundless Stones, wrapped in the Calamity Spirit Fluid, were filtered and blocked by his palm, rolling into his sleeve pocket continuously through his cuff.
*Clink, clink, clink—*
It was the clear sound of metal and stone colliding. 1 gram, 10 grams, 20 grams, 30 grams… 60 grams.
The Boundless Stones seemed to be evenly distributed, added in 10-gram increments.
90 grams, 100 grams, 110 grams… 190 grams!
290 grams!
390 grams!
Only then did the speed slightly slow down, and he lifted his eyes to rest for a moment.
But as soon as he narrowed his eyes, his expression froze.
Not far away in the sky, before a golden gate, floated about a dozen figures in blood-red robes, each with a strange mark carved between their eyebrows.
Xia Feng immediately spotted the member of the God’s Calamity Society wearing the Jester mask.
“These people are… the God’s Calamity Society?”
Xia Feng’s expression changed slightly, and his heart sank. “Holy crap.”
Did I stumble into a wolf’s den? This is the end!
In an instant, his mind raced. However, seeing the wary expressions of those cult members in the distance, he paused again, and a flash of inspiration struck him.
Xia Feng looked at the Jester thoughtfully.
!
“They still think I’m a Venerable?”
“Since that’s the case…” Seeing this, Xia Feng’s heart settled, and he continued to close his eyes and plunder the Boundless Stones.
As the Calamity Spirit Fluid in the Calamity Force Cloud Sea was drawn out, large swathes of scarlet Bloodworm impurities hung in the air.
But unexpectedly, the Bloodworm impurities did not fall to the ground. Instead, they began to gather and condense.
With flashes of bloodlight, the Bloodworm impurities within every five hundred meters coalesced into a two-meter-tall scarlet giant egg, falling directly towards the ground.
This egg was called a Calamity Egg. As the name suggested, if nurtured properly, it had a chance of giving birth to a Calamity Beast.
This was also the most primitive way of birth for the Nightmare Clan.
Across a vast area of tens of kilometers, nearly a hundred Calamity Eggs fell from the sky. Some shattered, while others landed safely.
But the Holy Department members no longer had time to pay attention to these things. The Earl’s pupils widened, and he stared intently at the mysterious person floating in the distance with his palm raised and eyes closed, his astonished voice faltering:
“This… is a Venerable?”
“Judging by this method, it’s highly likely.”
Xuanwu also recovered his senses. His slightly stunned expression receded, and a smile slowly appeared on his originally indifferent, aged face, his eyes shining with spirit. “Interesting. It seems Heaven has not abandoned my Junlin.”
The situation had completely exceeded his expectations.
As the Calamity Force Cloud Sea dispersed, the downpour that had covered Junlin City gradually receded.
The gloomy expressions of the Holy Department members also faded. They exchanged glances and collectively breathed a sigh of relief. They had thought the city was doomed, but unexpectedly, a mysterious Venerable had appeared midway and miraculously turned the tide with strange means!
This could be considered a blessing in disguise.
“Lord Earl, let’s go. We should go and meet this mysterious Venerable.”
As Xuanwu’s words fell, everyone vanished from their original positions.
* * *
Mu Qingtong stood in front of Pingshan Hospital, tilting her head up to gaze at the sky. Her large eyes were filled with large question marks.
The person wearing the Spade mask in the sky was clearly Xia Feng.
“Is this guy a Venerable?”
“No—” Mu Qingtong’s delicate brows furrowed, and everything she knew about Xia Feng began to flash through her mind. She quickly found a scene—Xia Feng treating a girl in a white dress for the Calamity Disease.
“This is his ability.” Mu Qingtong mused, or rather, one of his trump cards.
The corner of Mu Qingtong’s lips curved subconsciously. “Interesting. So you can achieve this much.”
Thinking of this, she lowered her head to look at the purple crystal in her hand, which was constantly changing shape. She pursed her lips, her expression somewhat helpless, and shook her head, murmuring, “I actually thought about saving you. As expected, I was too arrogant.”