Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 121: The Battle of the 118th Palm Concludes, with Abundant Gains

Azir once again swung his fist, imbued with the power of the sun, unleashing a raging torrent of golden dust.

"Boom——"

Amidst the deafening explosion, the protective water curtain surrounding the Indian Ocean's dominant water feature was shattered even further.

Those once surging, azure waves are now reduced to a few thin strands, like dying ribbons wrapped around him.

Fine water droplets evaporated under the high temperature, forming a hazy mist around him.

“Interesting.” Azir narrowed his eyes slightly. “You’ve kept your true colors well hidden all this time.”

The ruler of the Indian Ocean remained silent, the last remaining curtain of water undulating violently, revealing her inner turmoil.

"Refusing to reveal yourself?" Azir suddenly spread his arms, and the sun disk behind him radiated blinding golden light. "Then let me lend you a hand!"

In an instant, the world changed color. Tens of thousands of golden grains of sand, drawn by Azir's divine power, converged wildly in the void, each grain shimmering with the sacred radiance of the sun's disk.

These grains of sand constantly recombine and condense in the air, eventually transforming into countless sharp golden blades, their edges flowing with scorching solar fire.

"Whoosh—"

Accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, this golden rain of swords poured down from the sky.

The sea and sky were instantly enveloped by this golden downpour.

"Roar--!"

The ruler of the Indian Ocean let out a painful roar, forced to reveal part of its true form to defend against this fatal blow.

His enormous demonic body appeared and disappeared in the shattered water curtain, his azure scales reflecting an eerie light in the sunlight.

The most eye-catching feature is the enormous, barely visible dragon tail—deep blue scales, each scale gleaming with a unique azure light, and when the tail fin is spread out, it resembles a battle banner that blots out the sky.

The dragon's tail swept across, stirring up towering waves that barely managed to block the overwhelming golden blades.

"laugh--"

The ear-piercing friction sound resounded through the sky as the golden blade collided with the dragon scales, sparking dazzling sparks.

It flashed violently under the impact, and several shattered scales mixed with blue blood droplets splattered out.

The dragon's tail twitched violently in pain, yet it still managed to tear a gap in the rain of blades, stubbornly protecting its main body.

A sinister glint flashed in the demonic eyes of the ruler of the Indian Ocean.

He knew that there was still no news of reinforcements from the Atlantic—those useless guys were indeed unreliable, and it was probably too late.

Wherever his gaze fell, the scaly, horned, belly-footed sea monster emperor was struggling to hold on.

The ancient, spiraling shell was now shattered, with deep purple demonic blood seeping from the cracks. Each attack from the two golden-armored generals caused the sea monster emperor to let out a painful howl.

Clearly, this helper couldn't hold on much longer.

In comparison, the Eight-Armed Sea Demon Emperor was in a slightly better position, able to fight the three golden-armored generals to a standstill. The pitch-black demonic energy and golden light collided continuously, exploding into vortexes of energy between the sea and the sky.

The most critical situation was the battle situation on his own side.

Azir's power showed no signs of waning. He felt that after a few more moves, he would probably reveal his true form, which would mean he had no strength left.

We can't delay any longer.

The "dragon's tail" that dominates the Indian Ocean suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue light, and dozens of waterspouts rose out of thin air, temporarily blocking Azir's offensive.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, he unhesitatingly unleashed his primal demonic power, his massive body instantly transforming into a streak of dark blue light, hurtling towards the deep sea at astonishing speed. "Today's humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!"

A wave of malevolent energy spread through the seawater, while his true form had long since vanished into the abyss, leaving only a few broken scales behind.

The sudden escape of the Indian Ocean's ruler surprised Azir; this guy actually abandoned his helper and ran away like that?

His eyes gleamed with golden light; the other party had already escaped to a great distance into the deep sea.

“That’s decisive enough,” Azir scoffed.

However, the two emperors who remained suffered a terrible fate. One was trapped by the formation and unable to escape, while the other was too weak and was covered in wounds.

When Azir turned his gaze to them, they felt only despair.

"Those who offend Shurima."

Azir's voice was like the Last Judgment, his golden scepter raised high above his head.

The sun disk burst forth with dazzling light, and countless golden beams of light descended from the sky, illuminating this sea area as if it were a molten gold inferno.

"He deserves to be executed!"

The destructive beam of the sun god's power pierced through the bodies of the two emperors.

The scaled, horned, belly-footed sea monster emperor's carapace peeled away layer by layer in the high temperature, and the enormous demon body of the eight-armed sea monster emperor disintegrated in the golden light.

The two ocean overlords were personally killed by Azir.

On the sea, the surviving low-level sea monsters had already scattered and fled.

Azir's gaze swept across the now calm sea.

After this battle, countless slain remains floated on the vast Indian Ocean, and the azure waters were stained dark red, as if telling the story of this earth-shattering war.

He believed that in the long years to come, no siren would dare to challenge the majesty of the Shurima Empire.

Meanwhile, the three expeditionary forces in South Africa were all reporting victories:
Even if the Lord of the Sahara Desert were to venture deep into the abyss, dealing with the Abyss Emperor of the East African Rift Valley would be no problem.

The Sand Emperor's army has completely surrounded Lake Victoria. The water monsters in the lake have fought several battles, but have been swallowed up by the merciless whirlpools of quicksand, and are now fighting like cornered beasts.

At the summit of Mount Kilimanjaro, the lava trolls did not engage in battle with the Lord of the Abyss of the Third Path. The two powerful beings faced off from a distance, and the other side seemed to be showing signs of submission.

Azir nodded slightly, a satisfied smile curving his lips beneath the golden mask.

The situation on the African continent is basically settled.

At the same time, this battle was also very fruitful, with four Siren Emperors perishing: the Vast Ocean Whale, the Eight-Armed Sea Demon Emperor, the Scaled Horned and Belly-Footed Siren Emperor, and the Deep Sea Centipede Emperor, which was crushed by Azir at the beginning.

The number of monarch-level, commander-level, and general-level demons affected was also countless...

These tasks were left to the Silverwing Queen Ant, who possessed spatial abilities.
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In Shanghai, several months have passed since the main school's assessment. Following the assessment will be an exchange meeting between Pearl Academy and Imperial Capital Academy.

Mo Fan will acquire the Demon element during this operation, greatly increasing his strength.

However, those things were not of much use to Qin Xiaonan, so she did not participate in the operation.

He simply instructed Lan Xi to accompany Mu Nujiao, to protect her safety when appropriate, and to prevent any improper behavior.

Mu Nujiao returned a few days ago.

She said to Qin Xiaonan, "I never expected something like this to happen in the military. It's really unexpected. Thanks to Lan Xi's help, we didn't fall into the hands of those people."

(End of this chapter)