I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

"The group army is responsible for close combat fighting, and the Commander Army is responsible for long-range mages, support boosts, and other roles. Each Commander squad usually undergoes very stringent and difficult training and can coordinate to use at least one Level B Spiritual Clothes."

"And based on the strength of the constructed Spiritual Clothes, the squads are classified from Level 1 to Level 6..."

Xia Feng realized that the twelve Season Envoys he had previously killed must have been a Commander squad, and moreover, one that could tacitly construct Level A Spiritual Clothes, a Level 5 squad.

The reason they were Level 5 was that the Shiva's Heavenly Form they constructed was only half a body and not complete.

If they could fully construct Shiva's Heavenly Form, that squad could be promoted to a Level 6 squadron, and the members of such a squad would become very sought after, with their treatment skyrocketing by several orders of magnitude.

While listening to Ms. Fu's explanation, Xia Feng nodded and hugged her from behind, pinching her soft, fine neck, and headed out of the city.

Freya's voice abruptly stopped, "What, you're taking me hostage?"

"Ms. Fu, just bear with it, after all, this is how we can capture their attention. Let my troops take advantage."

"Your troops?"

Freya was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, the Half-Dragon army?!

This little brat can actually control Half-Dragons?

Her heart churned with shock. Doesn't that mean I could also be controlled by him...

Freya's heartbeat inexplicably quickened slightly, as she thought of some odd scenarios.

"That's right, compared to being forced into direct combat, it's obviously more cost-effective to actively infiltrate the enemy and stab them in the back."

Xia Feng whispered these words next to Freya's cheek, while at the same time, with a thought, the Half-Dragon army previously concealed deep in the forest received the command.

They emerged from the forest one by one, their indifferent vertical pupils all looking up to the group army in the sky, waiting for the human army to re-subsume them.

Sure enough, someone high above saw the scene below and immediately took out a Dragon Soul Stone, falling towards the Half-Dragons.

They began to quickly re-subsume the Half-Dragon army.

Seeing this, Xia Feng nodded in satisfaction, but suddenly paused, a realization dawning on him as he looked up to the sky.

Just now, he had suddenly sensed a disturbance from the Nash Saint Bow.

Previously, at the Black Moon Church, he used the first ability of Holy Release, Melding, to merge several Spiritual Artifacts such as the Elf Holy Bow, Light Elf, and others, to create a very powerful Level B Spiritual Artifact, the Nash Saint Bow.

But because it lacked the last key Spiritual Artifact, the Nash Saint Bow couldn't break through its limit and ascend to Level A.

Unlike the optimizing function that improves quality, the Melding ability could directly upgrade the rank of a Spiritual Artifact.

If it could be upgraded to Level A, it's estimated that the Nash Saint Bow could evolve even more powerful abilities.

And these past few months, he had been sensing the location of the last Spiritual Artifact, but unfortunately, due to the distance, the sensation was always intermittent.

But just now, he sensed a very clear presence of a Spiritual Artifact. Could it be inside the body of that blue whale on the horizon?

Or rather, on the other side of the spatial passage linked by that blue whale, there lies a key Spiritual Artifact that the Nash Saint Bow could devour and merge.

After confirming it wasn't his own illusion, Xia Feng's eyes shone with anticipation. It looked like it was time to get serious again.

Although he currently already possessed a Level A Spiritual Artifact - the Awakening Spiritual Device, its remarkable feature was only 'Awakening Spiritual Devices', which was almost useless in combat, and he rarely used it.

The only useful feature was a 'Soul Extraction' type of control ability —

It could forcibly extract the soul from the enemy's body for about half a second, but only if he made direct eye contact with his opponent. Against enemies with slightly higher Spiritual Pressure, it became even more difficult to be effective.

However, in combination with the Blood Beast's Shadow and various close combat techniques, it could have a good effect.

It could serve as an auxiliary ability to ambush the enemy.

So, if he could merge a Level A Spiritual Artifact focused on combat, it would undoubtedly bring a substantial enhancement to his combat power.

While contemplating, Xia Feng, holding Freya hostage, arrived outside the city.

Three thousand soldiers had already surrounded and sealed the area.

Based on the military ranks on these people's epaulets, among the three thousand, there were a full ten Level 5 soldiers.

They noticed the three people who had come out, and were obviously startled.

"The Venerable's wife?"

"How could the lady appear here?"

In the midst of the murmured discussions, a tall and thin man emerged from the formation, his face somewhat resembling a rat, and his epaulets marked him as a Level 5 soldier.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the Venerable Lady being held hostage, confirming it was indeed Freya, before he turned his attention to the two robed figures.

Were they the ones who killed Ye Li of Beizhou?

The rat-faced man was cautious in his heart; he knew that Ye Li of Beizhou was accompanied by a servant of destruction and wouldn't die so easily.

To utterly annihilate Ye Li of Beizhou's squad, the assailant was likely a True Martial Strong Person!

"Search complete, there are no other signs of life in the city; those stragglers must have escaped."

The respectful transmissions of his subordinates echoed in his mind,

"My lord, we've finished checking; both robed individuals are in a Spiritual Pressure State of Third Rank."

Third Rank?

This left the rat-faced man stunned—for just two Third Rankers?

It seemed they weren't the ones who killed Ye Li of Beizhou...

Thinking this, the rat-faced man suddenly found it somewhat amusing, not knowing where these two had mustered the courage to kidnap the Venerable Lady.

"What's it going to be, you two? Name your terms," the rat-faced man asked with a faint smile, refraining from taking immediate action.

"The blue whale's connection point should be Xize Island, right?"

Xia Feng looked up at the sky, "Our demand is simple. Prepare a cone-shaped boat for us on Xize Island. Once we've left Xize Island and reached a safe distance, we will naturally release Freya."

"Is that all you're asking for?" The rat-faced man squinted his eyes.

"Of course." Xia Feng wasn't planning to flee; he just wanted entry to Xize Island.

According to Ms. Fu, Xize Island was merely a B-level military fortress without a Venerable in command.

Xia Feng had roughly assessed the military strength of such fortresses and figured they were not impossible to breach.

In any case, the vast forces of Xize would sooner or later swarm out, so rather than reactively battling and giving the enemy time to prepare, it made more sense for him to directly enter the lion's den and capture the leader first.

His current advantage was that the enemy was unaware of his and Mu Qingtong's combat power, as well as their Spiritual Clothes and Spiritual Artifacts; naturally, he needed to exploit this information gap to catch Pang Xize off guard.

And then he'd look for the Spiritual Artifacts that could be melded.

The rat-faced man saw the serene composure of the masked people, chuckled lightly, and agreed with a nod:

"Fine, I hope you will keep your promise."

With that, he waved his hand and the three thousand-strong army behind him took flight, retreating and once again targeting the blue whale.

"Follow me, both of you."

Soon, the three of them proceeded to the vicinity of the blue whale, with Xia Feng holding Freya hostage and calmly floating inside.

Within the blue whale, a red glow pervaded, interspersed with strange, fragmented runes like Array lines connecting with each other.

The three thousand-strong army was arranged above in all four directions.

The Half-Dragon troops, having rejoined the Commander Army, were arrayed in a neat, dense formation, with every three soldiers encircling a Half-Dragon, overlooking the space below from their vantage points.

Xia Feng, gripping Freya's neck, took a look around and said with a smile, "It's quite spectacular."

"Indeed, it is spectacular."

The rat-faced man also let out a low chuckle, snapping his fingers with a pop—

Xia Feng felt a fluctuation in Spiritual Pressure, turned his head, and saw that the Freya in his hands had instantly vanished, replaced by a regular soldier.

Blinking, he looked up only to find Freya quietly appearing in the center of the army arrayed high above, switched with the soldier's original position.

"Such unimaginable folly."

The rat-faced man stood with his hands behind his back, high above, looking down at the masked figures below with a mocking tsk, "Boy, how dare you?"

"Without reinforcements, how do you plan to contend with my three thousand-strong army?

"Oh no, it should be four thousand-strong,"

After reincorporating the formidable Half-Dragon army, their strength was enough to double the army's power. He looked down with a suddenly chilling tone:

"Now, the two of you are like turtles caught in a jar!"