I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Xia Feng had heard about White Emperor City.

According to the official records of the eight great armies' battles—

Thirty years ago, an unprecedented large-scale battle took place in the Bailu Sea Domain. The central fortress that was meant to intercept the invading Evil Clan army—White Emperor City, committed mutiny!

Within and outside the walls of White Emperor City, there were as many as a hundred thousand troops stationed. Moreover, it was precisely because this large and elite force turned traitor that the Bailu Battle, which had the chance of victory, ended in a disastrous defeat.

After the fall of White Emperor City, the Evil Clan's forces swept southward with unstoppable momentum, and the Imperial Army retreated to defend the borders of the 50th district.

To prevent the Evil Clan from taking control of the Bailu Sea Domain and thus posing a greater threat to the northern regions of the Empire, the Empire had no choice but to use the "Heart of the Empire," inflicting a destructive strike on the Bailu Sea Domain!

In the end, it caused a chaotic and violent disturbance in the time-space continuum of the Bailu Sea Domain, making it impossible for any life form to survive there. As a result, the Evil Clan's forces were forced to abandon the vast expanse of the sea territory they had conquered and retreat back to the Evil Realm.

The Bailu Battle, which had left the people of the Empire in a state of panic, thus came to an end.

It was also the largest scale and deadliest battle in the past thousand years, and the quickest to end as well.

In the past, it would take decades or even hundreds of years for a medium or large-scale battle to come to a standstill.

However, the Bailu Battle only lasted two years from beginning to end.

It was also due to its uniqueness that more than twenty years ago it was included early in the textbooks.

Xia Feng had naturally studied this part of the Empire's history, and the turning point of the whole campaign—the White Emperor Incident, was notoriously infamous, with everyone clamoring for justice.

As for Wei Zhong, the City Lord of White Emperor City at the time, his name had been pinned directly to the pillar of shame in the Empire.

Every once in a while, netizens would drag him out to curse his ancestors for eighteen generations.

However, regrettably, the hundred thousand strong traitorous army was annihilated in one fell swoop by the "Heart of the Empire," with no survivors left to face the military tribunal's deserved judgment.

"So, what does White Emperor City have to do with the Garden?" Xia Feng frowned as he looked at the helmeted man, puzzled, "Both these events happened thirty years apart, right?"

Hearing Xia Feng's abrupt question again, the helmeted man was startled and quickly realized, his pupils shrinking sharply, "You can read minds?!"

He hastily gathered his scattered thoughts.

This black-robed K-faced individual was very dangerous, not only able to move freely in such an environment but also possessing the ability to forcefully read minds.

Any ability involving spirit and mind were not simple.

Despite being a warrior in the True Fifth Realm, the helmeted man dared not make any rash moves before this mysterious K-faced figure, particularly since he was seriously injured.

Xia Feng was just about to smile and ask more questions when he suddenly looked up towards the depths of the forest.

Through the Bronze Destructive Eye, the black and white view decomposed into a haphazard scattering of lines, and he saw a small squad of about twenty people.

Their bodies were covered with dark, battered armor, airtight, and on their waists hung long knives stained with fresh blood, rushing rapidly toward them.

Behind the armored squad, surged a hundred or so Evil Beasts, varied in form, mostly covered with white fur, their multi-pupiled faces covered to some extent with crimson scales.

The pace of the armored squad visibly slowed, and they were soon surrounded by a group of Evil Beasts.

They did not communicate but quickly changed formation, their boots kicking up dust, and the twenty soldiers transformed into streaks of light scattering in all directions, drawing their swords to raise a Blood Shadow, sending the Evil Beast pack into a panic.

But the number of Evil Beasts was ultimately too great; behind them, stronger Evil Beasts stepping on the bones of their compatriots lunged at an armored warrior, biting into his neck with a spray of blood.

The warrior's faceplate helmet shattered as well, revealing the aged face of an old man with a full head of white hair.

Several other warriors fell, their armor crushed. The stooped, elderly bodies didn't even need to be attacked by the Evil Beasts to be swallowed by the terrifying Evil Power, undergoing irreversible rot and corruption.

In the end, they desperately howled, begging comrades to end their lives with a swift stroke, sending them on their final journey.

Meanwhile, Xia Feng and his two companions were also rapidly closing in. The helmeted man took the lead, charging into the crowd first to block an Evil Beast's attack for a warrior.

In the armored ranks, a tall figure clad in red armor turned around, noticing the sudden appearance of Xia Feng's trio.

He clearly paused, his hoarse voice tinged with some surprise, "Are you humans?"

Battle did not permit much distraction, and without getting an answer, he charged back into the fray.

Xia Feng thought for a moment and followed suit. Although he did not know whence these armored warriors came, he had no time to concern himself with that, deciding to help them take down the Evil Beasts first.

Taking steps forward, the man with the blood knife rode wildly through the battlefield, taking down an Evil Beast's head with each strike.

Looking at their Spiritual Pressure states, half of these veterans were Fourth-order Spirit Masters, but sadly, their physical condition was too poor.

Although Xia Feng was only Third Rank, he possessed the strength of Fourth Rank and was not affected by the Evil Power environment, even seeming heaven-sent, cutting a path through the battlefield, wading in and out seven times over.

This past month, despite Miss Mu's daily kisses being quite absurd, the progress in increasing his strength had not stalled; both his Power Value and Spiritual Pressure state had increased significantly.

Xia Feng stretched his limbs and felt more spirited than ever,

Clutching the blood knife, his black robe fluttering, he finally looked down at the mountain of Evil Beast corpses underfoot, the battlefield awash with pervasive blood, feeling a great sense of heroic pride as if all mountains paled in comparison.

He wanted to fight a hundred more!

The veterans in armor all lifted their heads to look toward the center of the battlefield, at the man on the mountain of corpses, barely half a minute had passed before all the Evil Beasts were slain.

Amazement and confusion mixed in their eyes.

The veteran in red armor stepped forward slowly and bowed with a fist to express his gratitude, these people seemingly not fond of speaking much.

After a two-second silence,

The red-armored veteran spoke in a deep voice, "Judging by your sword techniques, you seem to be military men, yes?"

The helmeted man with the brunette eyes nodded woodenly, responding, "Imperial Army, Fourth Pillar, under the Shadow Dragon Walker of the Yinlong Army, Level 5 Season Envoy, Lin Musen."

Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong did not join in the conversation. Strictly speaking, they too were military, but they were part of the Holy Department.

Seeing the two black-robed people with poker masks remain silent, the red-armored veteran paid it no further mind. After taking a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly with seriousness, he asked,

"You're from outside the island, can you tell us what the current state of the war is? Have we managed to drive the Evil Clan out of Bailu Sea Domain?"

"Driven them out?"

Lin Musen's brows furrowed, he asked in confusion and with a deep voice, "The Evil Clan was driven out of Bailu Sea Domain long ago, senior, what do you mean by your question?"

"Hmm?" The expression of the red-armored veteran faltered.

The other veterans behind him also sprang to their feet, their dim, ashen eyes suddenly alight with brilliance, like a ray of dawn in a deep abyss. Excited and trembling, they chorused, "You... you mean to say, the Empire won?"

"Not exactly a victory, only repelled the Evil Clan."

"That'll do, that'll do!" They exhaled in relief and collapsed on the ground, flipping up their visors and revealing faces old and worn.

Although as gaunt as withered twigs, their faces lit up with brilliant smiles, laughing heartily, "Right, youngsters, when did the battle end? A month ago? Or two months?"

"..."

Seeing this, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong exchanged glances, a troubling suspicion creeping into their minds.

The helmeted man's brown eyes filled with a hint of doubt, he frowned and looked around. Seeing everyone's eager gazes fixed upon him, he paused, then said in a firm voice, "Thirty years ago."