Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

The sword broke his attack, and Mo Fan's body floated in the air, with magic power surging around him wildly.

There was a blazing fighting light in his eyes as he stared at the eighteen-winged archangel.

Since I mastered this power, this is the first time I can climb at full speed. This feeling is truly refreshing!
This practice angel undoubtedly boosted his fighting spirit!
The eighteen-winged archangel saw that his attack was easily broken by Mo Fan, and his anger became more intense.

He knew that he had encountered an unprecedentedly powerful opponent. But as a high and mighty angel, how could he easily retreat? Most importantly, this opponent was an ant in such a fragile plane?
He must suppress it and let this world continue to provide him with the power of faith!
The golden light around him became more and more dazzling. As he moved, the sky changed again.

The dark clouds that had originally dissipated gathered again at an alarming speed, and this time, countless golden lightning flashed in the dark clouds.

Those thunder and lightning were like giant golden dragons, shuttling and roaring through the dark clouds, making a deafening sound.

"Die, ant!"

The eighteen-winged archangel roared and thrust his hands forward.

In an instant, countless golden lightning bolts poured down from the dark clouds, like dense raindrops, striking towards Mo Fan and Shaka.

Each bolt of lightning contains enormous energy, enough to turn a mountain into dust in an instant.

"Shaka, protect yourself!" Mo Fan turned and shouted to Shaka.

Shaka nodded, and the fourteen wings behind him spread out. A soft white light emanated from his body, forming a defensive barrier.

Mo Fan held the Taia Sword across his body and mobilized the surrounding earth elements to quickly build a solid earth wall around himself and Shaka.

Outside the earth wall, golden light bloomed again. Mo Fan's holy light was no less than that of the eighteen-winged archangel.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Golden lightning struck the earth wall, making a deafening noise. Under the powerful lightning attack, cracks began to appear on the earth wall, and broken stones flew everywhere.

But even after a long period of continuous destruction, it still had no practical effect on Mo Fan.

Because of the continuous defense, the holy light and the earth shield merged together.

With the fusion of the two, no matter how the other side bombards, the effect is minimal.
A roar like rolling thunder exploded between heaven and earth, and the sound waves were so loud that it hurt people's eardrums.

When the dust settled, Mo Fan stood tall and unharmed, exuding a fierce aura.

His deep eyes were burning with a fiery fighting spirit as he stared at the eighteen-winged archangel high in the sky. Then, Mo Fan raised the Taia Sword again, with the blade pointing straight to the sky.

“With this sword, I will make you fall completely into the mortal world.” Mo Fan’s voice was low and firm, with unquestionable determination, echoing in the empty sky and earth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in Mo Fan's hand was infused with holy light and black flames. The two intertwined to form a strange and powerful force.

At the same time, the Void Devouring Flame produced a brilliant rainbow of light in the process of tempering the elements between heaven and earth. Feeling that Mo Fan seemed to be brewing some kind of terrible destructive power, the Eighteen-winged Archangel looked stern.

He knew very well how powerful Mo Fan was, and now he did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

I saw him raising his hands high and letting out a high-pitched and long chant.

His voice seemed to come from an ancient god, carrying a mysterious rhythm, echoing between heaven and earth.

As he chanted, the eighteen wings behind him began to slowly rotate, and each wing shone with dazzling light, like a small sun, illuminating the surrounding space as bright as day. As the wings rotated, a huge golden halo gradually formed behind him.

Within the halo, powerful divine powers gathered like a surging tide, and these powers were constantly compressed and condensed.

At this time, both sides were trying their best to accumulate strength, and the entire world could no longer bear the power that was about to explode, and it emitted waves of trembling sounds.
"This is the light of my holy judgment. You will be reduced to ashes in this light!"

After a long time, both sides accumulated strength to the extreme. The eighteen-winged archangel suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming brightly, and shouted loudly.

His voice was full of confidence and majesty. Everything would be reduced to ashes under his judgment.

After saying that, he pushed his hands forward violently, and the huge golden halo that condensed all his strength rushed towards Mo Fan with the power to destroy the world.

Wherever the golden halo passed, the space was instantly torn apart, leaving behind black cracks, which were the wounds cut into the sky.

"Ultimate - Corona Light!"

At the same time, Mo Fan roared, unleashing the most powerful force of this attack.

This "Corona Light" is the first kind of exquisite control over natural forces he mastered. After continuous practice and understanding, it has become an extremely powerful derivative skill.

"Boom!!!"

The giant sword burning with a mixture of gold and black collided with the golden halo in mid-air, making a loud bang that shook the earth.

The loud noise was like the sound of chaos when the world was first created, shaking the entire world to a standstill.

The powerful energy fluctuations were centered at the impact point, spreading wildly in all directions like nuclear bombs exploding at the same time.

For a moment, there was brilliant light and rolling heat. The surrounding space was completely twisted and torn apart by this force, forming terrifying energy vortexes.

The entire world was shaking violently under the impact of this force.

The dark clouds in the sky were blown away in an instant, as if wiped away by an invisible giant hand, revealing the azure blue sky. However, beneath this beautiful sky was a doomsday scene.

On the ground, mountains, rivers and streams were razed to the ground by this powerful force.

The towering mountains collapsed in an instant like fragile building blocks, huge rocks splashed like raindrops, the rushing rivers changed their courses, and the river water turned into steam under the impact of energy and filled the air.

In the blink of an eye, a huge deep pit appeared on the ground. The diameter of the pit was hundreds of meters and it was bottomless. It looked like the entrance to hell.

Under this powerful energy impact, Mo Fan and the Eighteen-winged Archangel were both blown away.

Mo Fan's body was like a meteor, drawing an arc in the void. His clothes were torn into pieces by the energy impact, and several scars appeared on his body, with blood slowly flowing out.

But he still stayed in the void, his eyes fixed in the direction of the eighteen-winged archangel.

The situation of the eighteen-winged archangel was even worse. His originally sacred and majestic figure now looked a little embarrassed. The light on his body had dimmed a lot, his wings were damaged in several places, and his feathers were falling off.

His body fell uncontrollably towards the ground. During the fall, his eyes were filled with shock and unwillingness. He seemed unable to believe that he would be forced into such a situation by a human.
(End of this chapter)