Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

The moment Mo Fan put the Deep Sea Core into the Starry Universe, he felt as if he was being dragged into a space-time rift by an invisible giant hand.

The roar of the Jiao Demon Dragon Emperor, the scream of the Lengyue Eyed Demon God, and the overwhelming ice blade storm were all isolated outside the twisted space barrier.

The moment he left the sea, the salty sea breeze blew in his face, and Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

The angel's wings spread out behind him, and every feather was shining like a star.

He no longer tried to restrain his breath, but instead increased his speed to the extreme, transforming into a streak of black light that cut through the sky.

Wherever it passed, the clouds were torn into straight tracks, and the sea below was stirred up with huge waves tens of meters high, like a giant dragon flying across the sea.

As they approached the domestic waters, Mo Fan was still worried.

He stood in the air, his eyes glowing with a faint blue light, and his mental power spread out in all directions like a spider web.

From the coastline to the deep sea, every reef and every ocean current is within his perception range.

Strangely, the expected heart-pounding imperial aura did not appear, and the Cold Moon-Eyed Demon God and the Scale-Tailed Demon Emperor seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

“Humph, what a bunch of cunning fellows.” Mo Fan sneered.

He stroked his chin. The Deep Sea Core was obtained too easily, so easily that it made him feel uneasy. With the vengeful character of the Cold Moon-Eyed Demon God, it was impossible for him to give up the pursuit easily.

But maybe they didn't know what he got?

As for why they didn't continue to chase me, it was probably because they wanted to engage in a war of attrition.

To put it bluntly, he made Leng Yuemou and the others fear him.

The last raid was undoubtedly just the beginning.
When Mo Fan stepped into the Demon City Base City Command Center, the heavy metal door slowly closed behind him.

The smell of disinfectant and gunpowder mixed with each other hit him in the face, and the flashing defense monitoring screen on the wall dyed him in a patchwork of red and blue light and shadow.

Hua Zhanhong was dispatching troops in front of the sand table. When he saw the figure in the Black Dragon suit, his hand holding the tactical pen suddenly paused.

The Black Dragon Suit was glowing darkly under the light, with traces of deep-sea demon blood still remaining on its scales. Wisps of dark energy emanated from the suit, as if telling of the fierce battle that had just been experienced.

Hua Zhanhong glanced at the opponent's damaged Black Dragon suit. The charred burn marks and condensed ice edges silently told the cruelty of the deep-sea battlefield.

The elemental fluctuations lingering around Mo Fan were still trembling faintly, as if a storm would be set off at any time.

"Mo Fan, what are you doing?" Hua Zhanhong's voice was filled with surprise and concern.

"I just went to the deep sea of ​​the Pacific Ocean." The remaining water element power on Mo Fan's fingertips instantly evaporated the blood on his body.

Hua Zhanhong's pupils suddenly contracted and the tactical pen fell onto the sand table with a "click".

He has deduced countless times based on the map these days and knows that going deep into the sea is like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

However, the sea defenses were useless in front of the emperor-level Siren, and every reconnaissance team sent out was in vain.

Therefore, he has always wanted to arrange someone to investigate.

Seeing Mo Fan return safely, he was both surprised and worried: "Did you go to investigate the Siren?"

"Another overlord from the deep Pacific Ocean has also arrived here." Mo Fan said. "Although I don't know how Leng Yuemou managed to unite with this old rival, but he has indeed arrived."

"And I think if they weren't so unsure of being able to defeat me, they would have launched a general attack long ago."

Mo Fan did not intend to hide anything, and continued: "The number of Sea Monster Kings is more than we imagined, there may be more than ten or even more. In the next few days, if nothing unexpected happens, they will surely attack our defenses one after another."

"So many!!!" Hua Zhanhong was also shocked to hear that there were so many deep-sea emperors.

But he had seen a lot of storms before, so he quickly calmed down.

Come to think of it, this time the two overlords of the Pacific Ocean joined forces. As for why they joined forces?

This must be because of the Dimensional Divine Eye and Tidal Divine Eye that Mo Fan possessed.

"Should we transfer some people to the west in advance?" Hua Zhanhong suddenly suggested, his eyes full of worry.

He knew better than anyone that once the defense line collapsed, millions of people would have nowhere to escape.

Mo Fan shook his head decisively: "Forget it, it will only affect morale."

He pointed out the window, and at the fortifications in the distance, military mages were repairing the barrier under the scorching sun. He continued, "Moving now is equivalent to telling everyone that we have given up resistance."

Hua Zhanhong sighed and fell heavily into the chair.

He knew that Mo Fan was right, but the heavy pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

At this moment, he noticed that Mo Fan seemed to be hesitant to speak. “Just say whatever you want to say. This hesitant look is not like you.”

"I have found a way to continue on the path of cultivation, so..." Mo Fan took a deep breath, a trace of confusion flashed across his brown pupils, and then he said: "I may need to retreat for a while."

Hua Zhanhong stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh sound on the ground.

He grabbed Mo Fan's shoulders, his voice trembling with excitement: "You mean, you can become even stronger?"

In his eyes, Mo Fan has long been the last pillar of humanity. If there is still room for improvement, he may be able to turn the tide of the battle.

He didn't even think about whether Mo Fan didn't want to contribute.
“Yes, I stole Leng Yuemou’s Tidal Eye before, but I couldn’t integrate it. But now, I have found a way to contain it.” Mo Fan spread out his palm, and a wisp of dark blue water element flowed in his palm, and then quickly dissipated. “But the process of integrating it will probably take some time.”

Hua Zhanhong was silent for a moment, then let go of his hand and slowly sat down.

He looked at Mo Fan again, and finally slammed the table heavily, "Okay! I'll hold the defense line, you just focus on retreating! The hope of the Demon City is in your hands!"

As if he was afraid that Mo Fan would be worried, Hua Zhanhong said, "We humans have experienced all kinds of storms and waves, and we are not that weak."

If there is still a glimmer of hope for the Magic City and the East Coast Line, it is undoubtedly Mo Fan.

The scene of Mo Fan annihilating thousands of sirens that day definitely left an unforgettable impression on all mages!
Hua Zhanhong firmly believed that as long as Mo Fan could make one more step forward, then their Great Xia would not lose an inch of land!
The Siren will also be completely expelled from the country one day!
What he has to do now is to deal with the consumption of each game.

Although this will kill many mages, every mage should do so for the sake of this country!
Mo Fan could tell that Hua Zhanhong was serious, without any hesitation, and he stopped being pretentious: "Then I'll leave it to you guys for the next few days."

"Do not worry!"

(End of this chapter)