Zhao Jing had a twisted expression. With his strength and background, most factions like Fanxue Mountain would have no choice but to lick his shoes. He initially thought he could easily crush the rising faction with the help of Lin Kang, the Nanrong Clan, the three elders of the Zhao Clan, and the Mercenary Union.
In the end, his people were being taken out one by one!
He regretted underestimating his opponent and treating the people of Fanxue Mountain as a bunch of trash. He was furious, too, at the arrogant man before him. Why was he so strong? Wasn't he, Zhao Jing, supposed to be unbeatable in his cultivation!?
Zhao Jing took a deep breath as he stared at Mofan, who was in the form of a King of Hell. He forcibly suppressed the jealousy in his heart. He had lost all his useful pawns. He could only rely on himself now.
However, if Mofan was able to take out the five elders, Zhao Jing was not confident he could defeat him.
"I can only buy him some time. He won't be able to maintain his current state for too long, or …" Zhao Jing tried his best to calm himself down.
Zhao Jing began to retreat to the woods to the northwest.
The mountain range bordered the West Ridge. It was the territory of the White Magic Falcons and a few other tribes of mountain monsters. Fanxue Mountain's biggest weakness was that it was too close to the demon creatures in the northwest.
Not only did Fanxue Mountain have to be on guard against the invasion and ambush of the sea monsters, they also had to keep an eye on the movements of the demon creatures in the mountains to the northwest. Since the cold season had arrived, the vegetation, food, water, and other resources in the mountains had been greatly reduced. The demon creatures had limited space to live in, and were more eager to invade human territory.
Zhao Jing decided to take a detour. It was unnecessary for him to fight Mofan, who was like a blazing sun. He was also a Plant Mage. The north of the West Ridge, which was densely covered by vegetation, was more advantageous for him.
"Mofan, we can't let him go," Zhao Manyan blurted out when he saw Zhao Jing fleeing in the northwest.
"I'm not going to let him go, either. I'm going to kill him," Mofan said.
"You have to. If we let him escape today, he will immediately team up with Zhao Youqian and try everything they can to bring down Fanxue Mountain. The Zhao Clan is too wealthy. They can even hire a Forbidden Mage. Without Chairman Shao Zheng's protection, we won't be able to stop the Forbidden Mages from other countries," Zhao Manyan said sternly.
The Zhao Clan's influence was mainly international. Zhao Jing and Zhao Youqian were the two most influential people in the Zhao Clan.
If Zhao Youqian's Zhao Youqian's, they would surely do everything they could to bring him and Fanxue Mountain of the Zhao Clan. Even the Mu Clan might not stand a chance against the Zhao Kingdom to the Zhao Zhao clan!
Zhao Jing's Zhao!
Mofan was well aware that Zhao Jing had gathered the factions in the south in just a day to take down Fanxue Mountain. If he returned to the Zhao Clan and had enough time to prepare, there was no way Fanxue Mountain would be able to survive if he mobilized the forces of the country and the rest of the world.
Leaving Zhao Jing's identity aside, no matter who he was, how could he possibly come out unscathed after setting off such a huge fuss in Fanxue Mountain?
Zhao Manyan had already burned the crematorium. Now, he was the only one left!
…
Zhao Jing must have summoned some special magic equipment. Whenever he took a step in the air, he would produce a strong gust of wind that propelled him forward for a kilometer or two.
Every stride was more than a kilometer long. In just a short while, he had already disappeared behind the undulating mountain range.
Mofan activated the Black Dragon Wings without hesitation.
Perhaps there was no magic equipment in the world that was faster than the Black Dragon Wings, even though Zhao Jing's Air Flying Shoes were quite impressive.
He easily crossed a mountain with each step. With a leap, he leapt across the woods. He was still in Fanxue Mountain a moment ago, but he was now deep in the woods where demon creatures were roaming.
The Air Flying Shoes were Zhao Jing's life-saving magic equipment. How could a maniac like him not seek death a few times? He had always relied on the Air Flying Shoes to escape from powerful Ruler-level creatures!
"He didn't come after me?" Zhao Jing turned around and saw Fanxue Mountain and the new city were already hidden behind the mountains.
Zhao Jing was a little disappointed.
Running away was not his intention. He was trying to lure Mofan into the woods. He still had a chance of defeating Mofan.
"Huhuhuhu ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
Suddenly, Zhao Jing felt a strange gust of wind blowing above his head. The whistling force of the wind almost blew away the huge pine ridge he was in.
Pine leaves drifted in the air. He saw a few Wind Compasses spinning between the mountains like tornadoes. When the pine leaves were sucked into the Wind Compasses, they were like a python that had turned into a dragon and was about to soar into the sky.
The trees swayed and the rocks rolled. Zhao Jing lifted his gaze and saw a pair of enormous black wings descending from the sky. It was as if the night sky had suddenly descended. The pitch-black wings were enough to send chills down one's spine.
For a moment, Zhao Jing thought an enormous black dragon from the west was descending from above. The mountains and rivers were about to be crushed into pieces by the aura of an ancient dragon. However, Zhao Jing soon collected his thoughts.
It was not a black dragon, but Mofan. His Wing Magic Equipment was quite unique. Not only was it able to fly above Zhao Jing's head and follow him, it also had a strong aura of a dragon!
"Life Drain!"
"Crazy Growth!"
Zhao Jing forcefully suppressed the trace of panic in his heart and raised his hands horizontally.
Thousands of giant pine trees in the mountains were suddenly bathed in a godly glow. They rose from the ground and grew from a few dozen meters tall to over a hundred meters tall.
An ordinary mountain of pine trees suddenly turned into an ancient forest of elves. The towering pine trees protruded from their crowns and formed a sea of branches, trunks, vines, and leaves in the sky. It was literally shrouding the sky and the sun!
It looked like a paradise for the winged beasts, except it was a miniature version. However, it was impressive that Zhao Jing was able to create such a magnificent world with his Plant Element!
The aura of the black dragon produced by Zhao Ming's Dark Wings weakened significantly when it was blocked by the giant trees and vines.
It felt like there was a huge trap below him. He would be devoured by the terrifying world of the giant trees if he tried to fly down …
Mofan was quite surprised. It seemed like Zhao Jing still had some mysterious and powerful spells. He could not afford to be careless. After all, Zhao Jing had maxed out all four of his Elements. Even the chief of the Royal Guards, Pang Lai, would have a hard time defeating him.
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