Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

"Boom~~~!!!"

When the surging energy accumulated to its limit, it exploded instantly like a volcano about to erupt.

“Buzz buzz!!!”

A deafening roar echoed in the void, as if the heaven and earth were trembling under the impact of this force.

The strong sound waves were like materialized sharp blades, cutting everything around them wantonly. The entire void was like fragile glass, and spider-web-like fine and shocking cracks began to appear.

At the energy center of the explosion, where Mo Fan and Shaka were, the impact force reached the most terrifying level.

The two of them seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand, and were directly pushed dozens of miles away by the powerful impact force.

Their figures quickly passed through the void, bringing up a gust of shrill wind.

"Buzz~~~!!!"

At the critical moment, Mo Fan relied on his exquisite control over the power of space to forcibly disperse the aftermath of the impact.

The force of space around him surged, forming an invisible shield that protected the two of them steadily, allowing them to stop intact.

Although on the surface, they did not seem to have the upper hand in this round of confrontation, in fact, neither Mo Fan nor Shaka suffered any damage. Moreover, the defense that Mo Fan just displayed was just a temporary and hasty act.

The eighteen-winged angel had a gaze like a falcon and took light steps. In an instant, his figure appeared in the sky less than a hundred meters away from them.

He stood tall and straight, like an unshakable towering mountain, emanating a sacred and majestic aura.

His eyes were indifferent and cold. Everything in the world was as insignificant as ants in his eyes. At this moment, these cold eyes were scanning Mo Fan coldly, as if he was examining a clown who overestimated his own abilities.

After a long while, the eighteen-winged angel finally spoke. His voice was deep and penetrating, as if it came from the distant sky: "No wonder the Holy City was destroyed into this state. It turns out that it has transcended the realm of mortal spirits."

There was a hint of surprise in his words, but also some contempt.

Mo Fan heard this and sneered.

In his opinion, this guy who appeared from some mysterious dimension was nothing special.

He had no idea how powerful he was now.

Moreover, he didn't use his full strength in the last round of confrontation. I really don't know where that arrogant and confident look on his face came from.

Mo Fan's heart was filled with fighting spirit, and the Taia sword instantly appeared in his hand.

As the Tai'a Sword appeared, the blade trembled slightly, emitting waves of dragon roars. Mo Fan turned his wrist, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the eighteen-winged archangel. A powerful aura emanated from him, almost instantly covering the entire world.

"Shh!"

Just when the eighteen-winged archangel was about to say something, the Taia sword in Mo Fan's hand was like a lit fuse, and suddenly madly absorbed a large amount of elemental power.

The air around them suddenly became restless, and the next moment, the sword spirit suddenly expanded. The sword spirit, which was only three feet long, instantly expanded to nearly a hundred meters long.

The huge sword spirit was like a giant dragon from ancient times, exuding a terrifying aura.

The impact force contained in the sword spirit was like a surging tide, rushing directly towards the eighteen-winged archangel.

This sudden attack was like a bolt from the blue, and the 18-winged archangel was stunned. Mo Fan's attack came without any warning, and was extremely fast, not giving the opponent any time to react. After all, the 18-winged archangel was extremely powerful, and after a brief moment of shock, he reacted instantly.

His eighteen wings spread out at the same time, protecting him like a huge shield. Each wing shone with holy light, forming an indestructible defensive barrier.

"boom!!!"

The sword spirit hit the defense formed by the eighteen wings, making a deafening sound.

The power of this attack was no less than that of a forbidden spell. The powerful energy fluctuations spread wildly in all directions with the impact point as the center.

Cracks appeared in the surrounding space again. However, the eighteen-winged archangel was very powerful after all. The destructive power of the forbidden spell alone could not cause any substantial destructive blow to him.

A surge of anger surged in the heart of the eighteen-winged archangel. He felt as if he had been slapped hard in the face by an ant.

Although the impact just now did not cause any harm to him, it made him look a little embarrassed in front of Mo Fan, and he was a little surprised!!!
This feeling of being despised made him feel extremely humiliated, and the anger in his heart was like a burning fire.

"Ant-like beast, how dare you!!!"

He roared to the sky, his voice filled with anger and majesty.

Following this roar, the dark clouds that had been gradually dispersing in the sky quickly gathered again. In just a moment, the sky was completely covered by the dark clouds, and the whole world fell into darkness.

Then, a huge golden hand slowly emerged from the dark clouds.

This palm covers the sky and the sun, and each finger is like a huge mountain, exuding a suffocating feeling of oppression.

Golden light emanated from the palm of the hand, illuminating the entire dark sky, as if a golden sun had risen.

The huge hand reached towards Mo Fan. Wherever it passed, the air was compressed into visible ripples. The mountains and rivers on the ground began to collapse and shatter under this powerful pressure.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The huge palm carried the power to destroy the world and was about to crush Mo Fan and Shaka completely.

However, Mo Fan showed no fear, holding the Taia Sword high in his hand. At this moment, he seemed to be burning with endless fighting spirit, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

Just as the huge hand was about to fall, Mo Fan moved.

His figure rushed towards the golden palm like a black lightning. The Taia sword in his hand drew a gorgeous arc under his swing, carrying endless elemental power.

"cut!"

Mo Fan roared, his voice resounding throughout the world.

The Taia Sword carried all of Mo Fan's strength and slashed fiercely on the golden palm.

This sword contains the fusion of Mo Fan's elements!
"Crack!"

A crisp sound was heard, and the originally indestructible golden palm actually developed a huge crack like fragile porcelain under Mo Fan's sword.

Then, the cracks spread rapidly, and the entire palm began to shatter, turning into countless golden lights that dissipated between heaven and earth.
The power of Mo Fan's sword is many times stronger than the previous wave of attacks!
This made the eighteen-winged archangel look a little grim, because, for a moment, he felt that Mo Fan was like a bottomless pit?

(End of this chapter)