Full-Time Mage: Starting from Obtaining the Mysterious Ancient Tree

Chapter 276 Sandstorm Fiend
On the plane, Fang Yu looked at a magazine and sipped a bottle of champagne...

At this moment, a pair of soft hands landed on Fang Yu's shoulders and began to knead them. Fang Yu closed his eyes and began to enjoy it.

"My legs are sore too, let me massage them," Fang Yu continued.

Soon, Fang Yu felt a warm hand pressing on his thigh.

As for why Fang Yu received such treatment, it was because Miss Feng Ru, who had recovered, felt bad seeing that Fang Yu had been quite exhausted.

All I can say is that Fang Yu, your acting is superb.

An hour later, at the airport, Fang Yu, having to rush to the Sahara region, had to reluctantly say goodbye to Feng Ru, whose cheeks were flushed, and the beautiful flight attendants one by one.

Alas, this trip to the Sahara not only cost me Feng Ru's supple waist, but also a whole jungle. It seems I can only wait and see what happens next.

Fang Yu left the hangar because he had notified the court officials in China that they were already waiting for him in a VIP lounge at the airport…

Black Vatican members, when driven to desperation, will inevitably end their own lives, choosing death as a release. Therefore, Fang Yu directly restrained the two men by the throat in the cabin, giving them no chance to commit suicide. The living are of greater value, and the funds given to them are more substantial.

After handing over the two Black Vatican members, Fang Yu couldn't stop smiling. He strode away with an air of indifference, preparing to head to the Sahara region!
Unfortunately, because he couldn't contact Mu Ningxue and the others, there was a information gap, and Fang Yu didn't know that Mu Ningxue and the others had already escaped to the Mediterranean region.

……

"Whoosh whoo ...

The wings of ice and snow pierced the sky, swiftly cutting through the white clouds and leaving a clear flight trail.

After some time, Fang Yu landed on the edge of the Sahara. What lay before him was an endless expanse of golden sand stretching to the horizon.

Fang Yu was deeply moved by the magnificent scene. Mu Ningxue and the others were also commendable for their courage. At that time, they were only thinking about the Little Flame Princess's soul fire and forgot to give her a heads-up.

The Sahara Desert, though rich in resources, is plagued by rampant demons of supreme power, countless monarch-level monsters, and a mystery surrounding the number of hidden emperors and overlords. Deep within it lies the 'Roof of the World'...

Given the strength of Mo Fan, Michael, and Mu Ningxue in the original timeline, at the end, they would probably have gone in vertically and come out horizontally. (The Sahara Emperor thinks, "There's not a single one who can fight them.")
As Fang Yu gazed at the sand, lost in thought...

"Rumble rumble rumble rumble~~~~~~~~~~~"

Suddenly, the earth and sky shook and roared. A thousand meters away, the howls and angry cries of the sandstorm spirits resounded. A cloud of yellow dust began to spread, and thick, rolling sand swirled into the sky, creating a giant sandstorm that seemed to engulf everything.

Fang Yu looked over and was shocked by the scene. Even from a distance, he could feel its immense power.

He frowned deeply. How could the Sandstorm Fiend have appeared here, and even gone berserk?

……

Meanwhile, in the areas ravaged by the sandstorm...

A man riding on the back of a winged beast scanned the approaching sandstorm with a solemn expression. Their path was blocked, and if they did not break through this sandstorm, they would be buried in the yellow sand.

"Such a powerful sandstorm, there's no escaping it," the man in the white turban said with a look of horror.

"Teacher Devon, what should we do?" A female mage in her thirties asked tremblingly beside the winged beast.

The others behind them also pinned their hopes on Devon, this super-level mage.

"Thousand Leaf Wind Blade"

Devon remained silent, instead uttering the name of a high-level wind magic spell. He frantically conjured countless spinning wind blades. The space trembled with the rapid rotation of the wind blades as dozens of deep blue wind blades, each over ten meters long, spun downwards, bombarding the area below the sandstorm at astonishing speed…

But the offensive was not over. Wave after wave of these rotating wind blades, totaling nearly a thousand, attacked one point.

"Aww~~~~~~~~~"

The winged beast roared as it saw an area below the sandstorm beginning to weaken, and immediately launched a frenzied attack. Finally, the winged beast forcibly tore open a gap with its claws.

"Go, go, let's go quickly!" Seeing this, Devon chanted a wind spell. Deep blue wind swirled around them, condensing into a wind boat that granted everyone in the area a speed boost. Inside the wind boat, the group fled at top speed.

In the hazy, yellow sky, the Sandstorm Demon's resentful eyes looked down with disdain at the few people fleeing below.

The Sandstorm Demon placed its palm to its lips and gently blew out a breath...

The wind, under the influence of the sandstorm spirit's breath, transformed into countless wind-blown leaves, which rapidly drifted down to where Devon and the others were...

When these seemingly insignificant blades touch the ground, it's as if they've encountered something that causes them to surge violently; instantly, the blades burst open, forming one sandstorm after another...

The sandstorm, like a ferocious beast charging forward, surrounded Devon and his companions, surging and raging.

"It seems you still intend to kill me here." Devon muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the sandstorm spirit high in the sky.

"Screech! Screech! Screech!!!"

As the constellation appeared beneath Devon's feet, the summoning gate opened, and a large flock of eagle beasts rushed out. These eagle beasts were all over ten meters tall, as tall as a building, and were fully armed with silver armor.

Led by the winged beast in the center of the field, they surged into the sandstorm like a raging torrent...

The remaining people's destructive magic also began to bombard them continuously.

But they soon discovered that the magical bombardment was completely ineffective. What was even more terrifying was that the more they bombed, the more terrifying the sandstorms surrounding them became!
At this moment, the sandstorm surged, and as time passed, the wind blades in the sky continued to fall, and the sandstorm was still taking shape. The winged beast horde had been completely swept away, disoriented and powerless to resist, and was forced to return to the summoning plane.

As the sandstorm struck, Devon's Star Palace was rendered useless, and his superior magic was unable to be unleashed under the continued onslaught of the sandstorm.

Mid- to high-level magic is ineffective.

The group had no choice but to unleash their most powerful defensive magical artifacts. Then, beams of light shone, a majestic mountain stood tall, protected by a golden halo, plants transformed into prisons that entwined them, and countless light scales formed golden armor on their bodies...

However, the sandstorm was extremely powerful, and even though they were inside the defensive barrier, they could feel themselves sinking.

Defensive measures simply cannot withstand a sandstorm of the level of a Sandstorm Fiend for long.

"Once this defensive barrier collapses, we'll be buried alive," the man in the white turban said in despair.

Others are also beginning to regret coming here.

In the very center of the sandstorm, Devon was also cut open, his armor and magical artifacts cracked, and the wind blades could penetrate his body, causing him excruciating pain.

"In the end, it was a mistake, and it's time to pay the price. Well, it's a relief." Devon's mouth was full of blood, and he could no longer make a sound. His eyes were fixed on the Sandstorm Fiend, filled with regret.

When the sandstorm cleared, Devon and the others were found dead, completely buried in the yellow sand.

(End of this chapter)