Upon entering Witch Island, Mu Qingtong immediately realized that the shuttle-shaped boat had malfunctioned, shooting straight through the purple fog sea and crashing toward the blurry ground below.
The two of them leapt out of the cabin in advance, retracting the shuttle into the Nash Space, and they bent their knees to land steadily on the ground.
Terrifying potential energy gathered under their feet, directly smashing a deep pit into the ground as waves of fog surged around them, washing in all directions.
Standing up, the two of them exchanged a glance.
"This purple fog is a bit odd... It smells faintly of Evil Power, but it's not actually Evil Power," Xia Feng puzzled.
"When someone from the Evil Clan faces a great disaster or misfortune at death, there's a chance they leave behind a related disaster force field, forming a disaster relic."
Mu Qingtong looked around and quietly explained, "This place is the Disaster Realm relic left behind after the demise of a great Witch disaster, the Witch Island."
"The area shrouded in purple fog represents the range of her Disaster Realm; within this range, there's always a risk of being 'infected' by the Witch."
Hearing Mu Qingtong's explanation, Xia Feng felt a surge of suspicion and awe. A Witch disaster? Why hadn't he ever heard of this great disaster's name?
And the title Witch... it made Xia Feng involuntarily associate her with the Destructive Witch.
Xia Feng blinked, asking with curiosity, "How do you know all this?"
"The Peach Organization has infiltrated the Black Moon Church, learning many secrets known only within the Church Court."
The woman in the black dress smiled slightly, "For example, the Witch disaster that perished a millennium ago—the site of her fall became an extremely unique island—Witch Island, which moves irregularly between Zone 45 and 46 at sea, making it quite difficult to trace."
Xia Feng was convinced, yet again it was someone undercover; the three great Church Courts must have been infiltrated through and through, like a sieve.
Xia Feng raised an objection, "Miss Mu, as the leader of the Peach Organization, shouldn't I be aware of the members under my command?"
"Mr. Xia, I think you'd do well as a mascot; there's nothing wrong with that," Mu Qingtong said with a light laugh, playfully ruffling his hair before walking forward.
"?" Xia Feng held his forehead, a bit dazed. No, why is this woman treating him like she would a pet dog! The rightful source is noⅴelfire.net
And a head pat!? Xia Feng raised an eyebrow and promptly caught up to deliver a palm strike to the shapely curve of the black-dressed woman's waist.
A crisp sound rang out, and as Xia Feng zipped past her side, he stirred up a gust of fog, escaping into the distance.
"...." Mu Qingtong stood silently on the spot, legs clenched, her beautiful eyes downcast as she took a deep breath.
Mr. Xia really was... too much. How could there be such a brazen person in the world? She slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and continued forward.
Xia Feng didn't expect the Destructive Witch's emotions to be so stable. Even after his bold face, she didn't harbor thoughts of pursuing him.
It seemed that the strength of his slap wasn't fierce enough, the action not sufficiently sleazy.
Xia Feng now, for some reason, enjoyed watching Miss Mu's frustrated expression when she wanted to get back at him but was powerless to do so; unfortunately, Miss Mu was not at all cooperative.
As he pondered, he slowed down and asked in confusion, "Miss Mu, don't you want to hit me?"
"Mr. Xia, such a level of provocation is insignificant compared to the humiliation you suffered in the Nightmare World."
Mu Qingtong's lips curled into a light smile again, "So, Mr. Xia, if you do not wish to experience such humiliation again, I suggest you restrain yourself."
"Hehe~" Xia Feng gave a scornful laugh, finding it funny. He might have feared her in the Nightmare World, but now back in the Present Realm, what could this Witch do to him?
Mocking her, he stretched his hand once more toward Miss Mu's behind, slapping down again in a display of unrestrained arrogance.
And to his surprise, Mu Qingtong still didn't avoid it, as Xia Feng frowned and rubbed forcefully several times.
Mu Qingtong's heart skipped a beat, as she pursed her lips and clenched her legs. She finally reached out to hold Xia Feng's arm, frowning softly, "That's enough, Mr. Xia. If you've had your fun, let's get down to business. We are still in the dangerous ruins of the Disaster Realm."
Fine, you win, not showing any hint of anger? Xia Feng felt a bit bored and let go as she had requested.
Mu Qingtong, of course, knew Mr. Xia intended to provoke her, so she purposely contained her anger, giving no reaction.
This way, Mr. Xia would naturally find it boring and stop pestering her for no good reason.
It seems the effect was pretty good, Mu Qingtong thought to herself, as a subtle smile played at the corners of her lips.
Caught off guard, her back was struck by Xia Feng's palm once more; her smile faltering slightly.
Xia Feng looked at his palm and nodded in satisfaction, "Hmm, the left cheek seems to feel even better. Not bad at all, let's go again."
Saying so, he excitedly swung his hand once more. Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes went cold as she swiftly raised her long leg for a side kick at Xia Feng's temple!
Xia Feng, well-prepared, easily blocked the side kick with his arm while simultaneously seizing her slender ankle, lifting her long leg even higher and pulling it over his head, with a smile he looked up, "Getting impatient?"
Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes remained calm. After locking eyes with Xia Feng for a full two seconds, she pursed her lips and said softly, "Let go."
Seeing her restrain her emotions again, Xia Feng chuckled and released her ankle as instructed.
Mu Qingtong couldn't bother with this reckless fool any longer and briskly moved forward with a cold expression.
Xia Feng blinked lazily and followed leisurely, feeling much better after schooling the Evil Witch.
Though it wasn't as satisfying as the humiliation of being controlled in an instant, everything should be done gradually. Sooner or later, he would get his revenge for the shame he had endured!
Just you wait, Destructive Witch!
While reveling in his thoughts about how he would humiliate the Destructive Witch in the future, Xia Feng aimlessly followed the Destructive Witch around.
"By the way, don't you have a destination? What exactly are we supposed to do on this island?" Xia Feng wondered.
Mu Qingtong looked up at the sky, shook her head softly, and said, "I want to see the specific details of the Witch's great disaster abilities, but I don't know how to trigger the dangers of the Disaster Realm. So we have no destination, we can only wait for danger to come to us."
How very laid back of you, Xia Feng thought, rubbing his forehead. He was about to ask more when he heard a faint whining sound nearby, like the weak call of an animal.
They both turned to look at the same time. The Eye of Decompilation completely deciphered the thick fog that obstructed their view.
Deep in the fog, there was a flourishing cherry blossom tree, and crouched under it was… a fox?
The fox's body was long and sprawled out on the petals and fallen leaves. Its coat was snow-white and immaculately pure, but the seven fluffy tails scattered around were tinged with a gradient of tranquil leaf-green, the fox's pointed ears were also sky blue, and a teal amber-like rhombus mark twinkled between its elegant brows.
Additionally, its snow-white fur was stained with blood as if it had suffered some serious injury; its tired eyes drooped as if it was on the brink of death.
Sensing their approach, it struggled to look up, letting out plaintive cries, 'Meep meep meep~'
Xia Feng blinked and cocked his head, "Miss Mu, can you understand animal language?"
"What do you think?" Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes darted a glance at him.
"Meep meep~" The fox seemed even weaker as it called out and then slowly closed its eyes.