Chapter 681
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"So strong … This young man is really shocking!" Evil! Outside the copper mirror, Elder Ling Xi broke the silence.
The escape plan had already begun. The others had either left or scattered. Now, only a few people were counting on this group of young Magicians. However, Ling Xi's injuries were indeed serious. She needed to rest for a while. She could only stay at the clock tower and watch every move in the Space of Death.
"I've heard that some Contracted Elemental Beasts are able to strengthen a Magician's Element, but I've never seen an Elemental Beast that can Possess a Magician. His Contracted Beast is no ordinary Magician. He has killed so many skeletons on his own. Even an Advanced Magician is nothing special. It's unbelievable," said Zuo Feng.
Zuo Feng finally witnessed Mofan's true strength. He was ridiculously strong, so strong that he did not even belong to his level. It was rare to find a young Magician with such strength at his age in the Magic World.
"If he wasn't involved in this calamity, he would surely shock the world in the World College Tournament. What a pity … what a pity …"
Mofan was still alive. As the army of skeletons kept surging forward, he was able to display strength that was beyond his level. He had killed more than two thousand skeletons, but the number of skeletons had only decreased by a little.
He had already done his best. He had killed almost two thousand undead, which was the limit of an Intermediate Magician, yet he had survived for so long and eliminated so many skeletons. How impressive!
"Elder Ling Xi, it's your turn to treat your wounds. Your injuries are worsening," said a messenger.
President Han Ji had recovered some of his energy. He was treating the authorities. The people who had jumped into the tomb had no chance of coming out alive. Even though the escape plan was heartbreaking, they still had to carry it out.
They had to make sure the authorities were in good condition before they carried out the escape plan.
"I'll keep an eye on them. Elder, go ahead and treat your wounds," said Zuo Feng to Ling Xi.
Ling Xi nodded and slowly walked down the stairs. Before she left, she turned back to look at Zuo Feng, as if she had something to say but did not know how to say it.
Zuo Feng was staring at the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror, so he didn't notice Ling Xi looking back. By the time he slowly turned his head to look at Ling Xi's back, Ling Xi had already continued walking downstairs. The half-curled pear blossom hair that fell to her shoulders swayed slightly with her steps.
"She glanced at you just now." Yao Nan reminded Zuo Feng.
"Oh."
"You've seen her too," Yao Nan continued.
"Yes."
"You're still being pretentious at a time like this?" Yao Nan said with some disdain.
"That's right. What's the point of all this now?" Zuo Feng said gloomily.
"You're not even as good as this kid. He won't run away no matter what's in front of him!" Yao Nan pointed at the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror and said angrily.
"But he's still going to die." Zuo Feng looked down at the Space of Death. He could still see countless skeletons waiting for Mo Fan. Mo Fan was like a lone boat swaying in a stormy sea. No matter how stubborn he was, no matter how hard he fought against the waves, he would still sink into the stormy sea in the end!
"At least he's not dead yet." Yao Nan did not like Zuo Feng's attitude.
… …
… …
"Explode!"
This time, a larger scale of fire feathers was fired in all directions. The layers of exploding fire formed a giant red beehive, blasting the Iron Ball Skeletons into pieces.
Heads, arms, and necks danced in the air before landing on the bumpy ground in the end.
As a matter of fact, the ground was already covered with a layer of bones of varying degrees. The bones piled up after landing on the ground. From afar, it looked like a thick layer of blood.
Mo Fan was already standing on the carpet of bones. When the Thousand Layers of Fire Feathers exploded, the bones fell down like snowflakes, almost covering Mo Fan's ankles.
Mo Fan was basically unable to move anymore. The tide of skeletons came one after another, surrounding him in eight directions. The forest of skeletons was equally dense no matter where he looked. It was impossible to tell where the path ahead was, and where Zhang Xiaohou and the others were retreating to.
However, it did not matter.
Since he could not move, he would continue to kill them here!
Spiraling flames were circling his arms, one on each hand. Mo Fan stood on the pile of bones. His black eyes were still glowing. He stared at the new batch of skeletons that were charging at him. He was not in a rush to unleash the flames on his arms.
Mo Fan was all alone. The skeletons would surely group up if they wanted to attack him. Mo Fan was waiting for them to gather together before swinging his arms forward!
Spiraling flames were fanned out. The flames on the left and right intertwined and gradually formed a fiery tornado.
As the flaming whirlwind moved, its power continued to increase. In the end, it formed a flaming hurricane with a diameter of ten meters and a height of a hundred meters!
The fiery tornado sucked in the skeletons as it appeared. It was up to the skeletons whether they were shredded into pieces by the tornado or burned to ashes by the high temperature …
“47！”
“48！”
The Soul Remnants floated over and gathered in the mini Underworld River. Little Loach had absolute intelligence. It could understand the situation its master was in, so it worked even harder to turn the Soul Remnants into Soul Essences for Mo Fan to strengthen his Stars. It even ignored the demonic lotus that it had just absorbed and focused on the Soul Essences.
"One more, one more!" Mo Fan clenched his teeth and yelled in his heart.
The fiery tornado had not eliminated enough of the skeletons. Mo Fan still had lots of skeletons on the other side!
Both Little Flame Belle and Mo Fan were in short supply. It was not that they had run out of energy, but the Star River would be overloaded if they kept using it!
Mo Fan needed other sources of energy. The only thing he could rely on now was his Lightning Element.
From the two thousand skeletons he had killed to the carpet of skeletons, he had killed almost four thousand skeletons. He was almost done strengthening all the Stars of his Lightning Element.
He only needed one more Star!
The Little Loach Pendant seemed to be vibrating, telling Mo Fan that it had run out of Soul Remnants.
Kill, kill, kill!
Mo Fan had no idea when he would run out of energy. His eyes were filled with murderous intent. If the undead could bleed, it would have turned into a river by now.
His spirit was highly concentrated, and his expression was extremely cold. That unyielding look in his eyes had never dimmed in the slightest!
Be it the Black Vatican, the Ancient King, or the army of skeletons, he would never accept their death sentence.
He, the Great Mo Fan, would live longer than anyone else!
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