If the previous hellish scene of demons dancing wildly was enough to make people lose their minds, then now, with so many monsters crawling on the ground and the only scene left in the absolutely filthy world is the pure dance of the witch, which does have a bit of charm.

This witch was different from the slightly desolate and bleak one Lu Ban had seen before. She was more like a projection from the past, spotless, standing barefoot in the dirty and messy atrium. The red and white, the pure and the dirty, the madness and the sanctity, the life and the death, formed a sharp contrast at this moment.

This ballad echoed throughout the entire island. All the people, all the creatures, and all the buildings fell silent at this moment, listening to this ballad that came from nowhere and at no time.

Even Lu Ban felt calmer.

No, that's not right.

This calm state of mind is not normal.

Lu Ban felt his blood running cold. All his obsessions were about to dissipate. Death was the only destination.

He saw the mist spreading from the witch's body and sweeping over the monsters.

The monster underwent further alienation.

Several monsters gathered together and turned into a huge, six-legged worm that walked with a shambling gait. The worm's mouthparts were full of sharp teeth, layered one on top of the other, like the mouth of a hagfish.

The bird soaring in the sky let out a sharp scream, and then its head split. The wound quickly healed and became two heads. The two new heads seemed to have a disagreement and pecked at each other. In a blink of an eye, they fell into the sea and were swallowed by a huge monster.

The trees began to sway, and the leaves quickly withered and turned black. Heavy, plump fruits grew from the branches. When the fruits were turned over, they turned out to be human heads.

In the sky, the huge and strange pure glass doll also changed. Its abdomen split open, and dark green pus fell like rain. The green rain watered the earth. Wherever it reached, smooth mushroom-shaped plants grew. The monsters wandered in the small lakes formed by the pus, feeling very comfortable.

Even the buildings began to look old and decayed, with human faces appearing on the walls, as if they were struggling, or enjoying themselves.

The fog spread towards Lu Ban, and all the island magistrates prostrated themselves on the ground, worshiping the priestess.

There is no doubt that this is the evil witch, the culprit behind everything that happened on Utajima.

Lu Ban was not sure whether she was brought by the uncertain fog or she created the uncertain fog.

But he roughly knew that this island itself was part of a certain ritual, and the Witch of Misfortune was the core of the ritual. It was unknown who was leading the ritual, and now he was waiting for everything to develop naturally.

As for what the ritual would ultimately create, Lu Ban guessed that it would probably be something that could fight against the Son of God.

"At this point, this farce of the poetry festival should come to an end."

Lu Ban muttered to himself. He saw Hongye helping Wan Ye up and walking out.

He didn't know when or whether the Son of God's pure fire would come. Lu Ban only knew that he had to stop the thick fog from spreading now.

The white mist that blocked the sun spread very quickly and suddenly enveloped him.

Air with a more granular feel than the one he felt in the shrine last night rushed into Lu Ban's nose and mouth. The intense pain, which could not be described as a burning sensation, instantly tore apart Lu Ban's lungs and respiratory tract, as well as his stomach, liver, and kidneys. If he stayed in this fog for another three minutes, Lu Ban would die in the most twisted manner.

Different lines appeared on his arms. Lu Ban could see that a third hand was growing from his elbow. A stratum corneum appeared on the palm of his hand, and bones were growing wildly inside his body, trying to break out.

Lu Ban had almost lost all his vision. He could only feel that the red leaves in front of him had opened up a glowing cover that enveloped Wan Ye and himself.

The tearing sensation brought by the mist eased a little, but more intense pain surged up, almost occupying all of Lu Ban's consciousness.

He saw that he seemed to have lost his human form. Even though weeds were constantly emerging from his body, he could not resist the erosion of the fog that exceeded the limits of human beings.

[Obtained Item: Sigh of the Uncertain Mist]

Even the cold and indifferent words of the system made Lu Ban feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He barely supported his body, grabbed the tattered bag with his third hand, and took out a bottle from it.

The bottle was filled with a black flame, which contained orange, light yellow, dark green, and azure colors. It was like a flowing rainbow or a rotating galaxy. The dots of light in it were like stars, shining brightly.

【Glass Fire】

When she saw this thing, Hongye's expression changed obviously. She was a little dazed and a little regretful, but she didn't say anything.

Lu Ban threw the thing hard in the direction where the fog was coming from. Although his body was full of holes, he felt that he had endless strength.

Some kind of illusory object covered Lu Ban's body. Like a puppet, Lu Ban's tattered body was forcibly moved, and the bottle was thrown out and fell to the ground with a clang about fifty meters away from him.

In the thick fog, Lu Ban could not see how the bottle broke. He could only hear a slight sound coming from the silent fog, and then a bright light.

Some people say that fire first appeared in this world, and then humans appeared. Fire is a symbol of civilization and a sharp sword that enables human rationality to defeat the savagery of evil beasts.

Now, not far away, the first flames rose.

Colorful lights danced on the flames, and what was incredible was that the fuel for the flames was the fog itself.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, like wildfire igniting the grassland, the flames spread in an instant.

The thick fog that filled the entire island suddenly began to shrink like a frightened beast.

Lu Ban vaguely saw the faint light beside Hongye flickering continuously, and the surrounding fog was no longer air flow, but like a physical sandstorm, knocking on Hongye's fragile defense bit by bit.

The mist seemed to want to suppress the pure flame by restraining itself.

But that would only make you burn out faster.

All the monsters, alienated animals, dilapidated buildings, and the gloomy world were all burned by flames.

As far as Lu Ban knew, this flame would continue to burn forever, burning the entire island and dyeing the sea flame-colored. Eventually, like the pure fire in other places, the entire He Island would be enveloped in a sea of ​​fire.

Lu Ban seemed to understand why this place was called an "island".

Perhaps it was the war between humans and filth that once took place on earth, which eventually led to all the lands where humans could survive being covered by pure fire, resulting in the islands we have today.

Wherever I looked, there was pure fire.

“You did it.”

Surrounded by flames that were a mixture of pale and pitch-black, Hongye looked at Lu Ban and revealed a smile he had never seen before.

It's like a warm spring afternoon, you are holding a novel you have longed to read, flipping through it in the sunny library. When you finish reading an exciting passage, you look up and find a girl sitting opposite you holding the same novel. She also looks up because of your action, and after confirming the books in each other's hands, she suppresses her excitement and smiles.

"You have successfully dispelled this fog of uncertainty. There is one more thing left. Everything about Uta Island and the Poetry Festival will come to an end."

Hongye pursed her lips and spoke in a firm voice.

"That is to completely purify the obsession left by the Misfortune Witch."

"That is, me."