I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 435 - 408. Who are my believers?

[The Believer says he will leave for 20 days this time and will definitely enter the Sealed Land again after twenty days as a solemn promise to me.]

[The Believer says, if he breaks his promise again, as punishment, his dragon tail shall be at my disposal. Hmph. How strange, why would I want to toy with his dragon tail for no reason?]

[What kind of dragon does this faithless Believer take me for!]

[Countdown to Meeting: -4 days 23 hours 59 minutes 03 seconds]

[But, if he does break his promise, that might not be entirely unacceptable (crossed out*crossed out*crossed out*)]

Below the Divine Throne, the tail tip of a dragon being stepped under the snow-soft feet swayed leisurely to the left and right, appearing quite comfortable.

[Countdown to Meeting: -4 days 23 hours...]

Mid-sentence, the pen gliding over the paper suddenly stopped; the tip of the pen, with ink dark as a raven's feather, suddenly lit up with an inky glow.

This made the vertical pupils of the woman on the Divine Throne glint slightly as the tail tip underfoot began to tremble rapidly, looking up.

As expected, the Believer's figure flashed out of space, her pale vertical pupils could not help but light up with starry brilliance, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but as if sensing something, her delicate brows knit slightly.

Her expression returned to indifference, and the dragon tail beneath her feet quickly withdrew under her skirt as she sat upright on the Divine Throne.

After Xia Feng materialized in the plaza below the Divine Rank, he first cautiously checked the condition of Mu Qingtong, who was unconscious in his arms.

The Spiritual Pressure, Spiritual Base, Spiritual Quality, and Spiritual Sense were all sealed, with no breath leaking out.

Very good, it seemed Miss Mu was indeed trustworthy—she would indeed do as she promised and would not act recklessly.

Xia Feng nodded in satisfaction.

As he was checking Miss Mu's condition, two hundred Spirit Masters, Dao Kui of the True Martial Second Realm, the Residual Soul of Yeli Helian, and two of the Seven-Eyed Great Evil, also flashed into the nearby space.

Looking around in bewilderment, they lifted their heads in confusion and were struck by the magnificent divine scene before their stunned eyes.

The desolate and magnificent World Tree seemed like the pillar of this space, its boundless crown like the dome of this realm, making them feel incredibly tiny.

But what filled them with endless fear was the fearsome dragon embedded in the center of the trunk.

The dragon was lofty and colossal, its bones sharp and daunting, but despite the hundreds of bone segments making up its spine and majestic head still held high, its sturdy bone claws stood on the otherworldly ground, with ever-burning Gray Fire swirling around on the surface.

This scene, far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, made their legs tremble uncontrollably.

The common folk did not recognize the Dragon Clan, but the soldiers of East Victory Fortress knew all too well.

In this world, besides the Human Race and the Evil Clan, there existed a class of seemingly extinct, great race—the Dragons!

They knew that the base's secret weapon—the Half-Dragon Legion—was cultivated from some kind of Dragon Clan blood serum, with astonishing combat capabilities.

And individuals like Lord Dao Kui, who were Divine Half-Dragons, possessed strength that far exceeded that of Spirit Masters of the same Divine Rank, truly terrifying.

But no matter what, they had never seen a true member of the Dragon Clan, even Yeli Helian had only seen the specific forms of the Dragon Clan in a tattered dragon clan atlas his father had given him.

And now, Yeli Helian looked up, his fierce eyes fixed upon the giant dragon skeleton, it was actually... a dragon!

His excitement shifted downward as he noticed something else.

Sitting right below the desolate dragon skeleton embedded with a black gold Divine Throne, a woman in a stellary skirt, her ash-gray soft hair lazily draped over her shoulders and neck, a dark golden cross mark on her brow. Below the cross, the left side of her cheek was adorned with exotic crystal white Dragon Scales extending to the outer corner of her charming eye, her countenance half stunningly beautiful, half demonically alluring.

Despite such breathtaking beauty, neither Yeli Helian nor any of the Spirit Masters dared to harbor any frivolous thoughts. Overridden with infinite fear, their knees weakened and they fell to the ground with a thud, their bodies trembling.

Among them, Dao Kui was trembling particularly fiercely, his heart was engulfed by waves of terror, fear unabated!

As a Divine Half-Dragon, he could grasp the terror of the woman in the Divine Throne more than anyone else. She was one of the Dragon Clan! No, She was more than just a Dragon Clan member, She was a living—

Dragon God!!

"Lord Adaxin, Lord Saloyid, what do you think? Can we take on that stellary skirt woman?" Yeli Helian's heart was filled with terror, but his voice remained eager.

"?! !!" Dao Kui was sweating profusely. No, Yeli Helian, don't drag us into your death wish!!

But by this time, Yeli Helian had already lost his basic ability to judge. He was astonished that the Masked People still had such trump cards up their sleeves! But what excited him more was that this place had dragon bones; even just bones were heaven-defying, surely this place was a treasure ground!

He definitely had to find a way to partner with these two great members of the Evil Clan, and then let his Lord Father know about this place!

In response to Yeli Helian's inquiry, Adaxin and Saloyid fell silent, not responding, or perhaps, they no longer had the mind to care.

As soon as he fell into this space, Adaxin immediately locked onto the Masked People, readying himself for a fatal blow, not giving this ant any chance to escape.

But... the terrifying presence on the Divine Throne brought Adaxin's every thought and action to a sudden halt, his double rows of blood-red vertical pupils trembled and constricted, his seventh eye on his forehead hesitated to look up while cold sweat uncontrollably dripped down.

Trembling, he wanted to kneel as well, but he ultimately suppressed the panic-driven impulse inside him!

He was now Seven-Eyed of the Great Evil!

After class changing to "Great Calamity," he would be ranked among the Holy Kings! He couldn't lose face like this.

"Thud!"

Saloyid, a Holy King made purely of eyeballs, now manifested a human-like body, using the eyeball figure as its head, shivering with respect as it prostrated itself.

Adaxin: "..."

—Saloyid! What about the dignity of your Holy King title!!

"Thud!!" Adaxin, driven by desperation, quickly followed suit and knelt down, his body quivering.

Now, all hope could only be placed on the Masked Person being able to connect only to this space, and in actuality, not being acquainted with this great being.

This possibility was actually quite significant.

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Disi, like an eternal deity, sat calmly and majestically on the black gold Divine Throne, her indifferent and pale vertical pupils casually swept over everyone below in the Divine Rank, both Human Race and Evil Clan. In less than two seconds, a large swathe had fallen, prostrating on the ground.

Her gaze finally settled on Xia Feng, her majestic voice subdued, "My Believer, who are these people?"