Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Chapter 186 The Violent Wind Spirit

Upon seeing this, someone on the city gate immediately became excited, exclaiming, "High-level! It's a high-level mage!"

One of the more knowledgeable individuals shook his head and sighed, "What's the use of high-level summons? These are all warriors! More than five hundred of them! I've seen high-level beast hordes before, at most a hundred or so, and at least thirty or forty. This mage is still young, how high can his summoning skills be?"

"Yes, even if there are seventy or eighty summoned beasts, it's still a drop in the ocean compared to the five hundred mountain people below," someone echoed.

Seeing this, the horse-faced military intelligence officer shook his head and sighed, "If this young man were inside the pass, perhaps we could rely on him to break through. But what use is he outside the pass? It's like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. Men, notify the messenger team to seize the opportunity and quickly escape the encirclement in the chaos. We can die, but Fancheng cannot fall!"

"yes!"

Bai Mo didn't care what the people on the mountain were talking about him. If Star Soul Summoning were a martial art, he had already achieved a minor level of mastery. The beast tide he summoned now was at least at the level of a Great General.

Fortunately, the mountain people in front of him were also warriors. Although they outnumbered his beast horde, they also had Feng Ling as their minor commander.

The hardness of this whetstone is just right.

Bai Mo likes it to be just right.

A carefree smile bloomed on his face, summoning stars in the galaxy to shine brightly, and magical energy surged endlessly into an unknown space-time, with sacred and solemn magical sounds echoing throughout the entire mountain.

"Beast Tide Summoning - Azure Lion Rampage!"

In an instant, the entire mountain trembled. A huge and majestic Bi'an stood proudly before the tall and wide summoning gate. As the first wave of strong and majestic purple-eyed blue lions rushed out of the summoning gate, the blue flood began to roar.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The roars of lions, like the long howls of a tyrant, shook the mountains and fields, forming a continuous sound. More than three hundred majestic blue lions, each five meters tall, followed the instructions and leadership of the Wind Spirit, and like wind dragons sweeping up, charged towards the mountain people who had surrounded Yanguan on the mountain with overwhelming power.

Even though lions aren't adept at raiding the mountains, and even though they attack from below, the sheer number of lions—almost half again as tall as the mountain people—evoked an aura of overwhelming power that seemed capable of truly annihilating them.

"Whoosh!" With a command, Feng Ling unleashed a long and sharp wind blade, slicing towards the mountain people who were on high alert.

Behind it, a pack of purple-eyed lions, capable of surrounding the entire mountain peak, had countless lightning spears shooting from their eerie purple eyes!

Organized into a terrifying array of thunderous spears, following the wind blades unleashed by the wind spirit, they directly shattered a large line of mountain men in front of them.

Little did the mountain man know that these lions, which looked incredibly strong and had terrifying bodies, could also attack from a distance. As a result, they were caught off guard, as they had originally planned to wait for the enemy to tire themselves out.

Just as they were about to use their advantageous terrain to collide with the turbulent blue current, the blue current had already crashed into them heavily.

The mountain man's height of over two meters, and even some reaching three meters, was not considered robust in the eyes of a group of purple-eyed blue lions. The giant bear's paw, which carried immense strength, was also smaller than the paw of the purple-eyed blue lion.

Even though they were evenly matched with the Purple-Eyed Lion in terms of strength, they were not fast and were easily defeated by the Purple-Eyed Lion.

When the mountain people tried to use their wisdom and cooperate to kill these lions, they found that these lions were also skilled pack hunters, and their cooperation made it even more difficult for them to keep up.

However, the mountain people are not to be trifled with. The only thing they cannot match the purple-eyed lions is their size and speed, but their numbers far exceed those of the lions.

Although they were constantly injured and even killed by these purple-eyed blue lions, their claws, as sharp as those of a giant bear, and their tusks, as sharp as those of a wild boar, did manage to tear off the lions' legs and heads, and pierce their hands and bellies.

Overall, however, the Purple-Eyed Azure Lion had the upper hand, because the presence of the Wind Spirit as its leader allowed them to slaughter the inhabitants as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. A single, powerful wind blade or sword strike could annihilate a whole group of mountain people.

The leader of this group of mountain people, the Bronze Tooth Mountain Man, kept his body low and hid among the group of mountain people, his eyes peering through the gaps in the battle to assess Bai Mo's position.

He knew that this powerful pride of lions was summoned by that human mage, and that the leader who made him feel threatened.

He doesn't need to bother the leader and the pride of lions; he only needs to deal with the mage to solve the problem once and for all.

The bronze-toothed mountain man moved slowly, trying to avoid being discovered by the humans on the city wall. Gradually, he moved to an excellent position from which he could pounce down and tear the human to pieces!

The crowd on the city tower, whose faces had been gradually brightening with joy, saw a dark figure leaping forward from the edge of a somewhat steep cliff among the chaotic mountain people below.

Its body, far stronger and taller than that of ordinary mountain people, seemed capable of smashing through city walls, and a pair of enormous bear claws, as large as wings, were spread out.

Above its ferocious head, a pair of bronze fangs pointing skyward gleamed cruelly in the sunlight. The entire Bronze Tooth Mountain Man resembled a tiger pouncing down, while the white ink on the mountainside fell like a shooting star.

"Be careful!"

The horse-faced military intelligence officer instantly recognized the mountain man's identity. He was a commander, and the summoning mage had no summoned beasts to protect him. If he were hit directly, their Yan Pass would be completely hopeless!

Bai Mo glanced at the sky. Ever since he discovered this unusual mountain man using sonic detection, he had been paying close attention to him.

Now it seems he really was a commander-level figure from Gutongyashan.

"He's courting death!"

Bai Mo snorted coldly. Since he started hunting demons, he had rarely encountered such an easy moving target.

With a flick of his wrist, a silver spear appeared instantly. As Bai Mo swung it backhand, it transformed into a ten-meter-long silver dragon that soared into the sky, crashing towards the falling mountain man with terrifying penetrating power.

The mountain man hadn't expected Bai Mo to have such a skill. Sensing the incomparably sharp aura emanating from the silver spear, he only had time to raise a pair of giant hands in front of him in a hurry.

With a muffled thud, the silver dragon crashed directly into his palm.

Intense pain shot through his palms as the sharp spearhead pierced through his two intertwined giant hands, the powerful force sending his hands crashing down towards his head.

The bronze-toothed mountain man lowered his head, his fangs, gleaming with a solid metallic sheen, pressed directly against the tip of the spear that was about to move forward.

As it blocked the advancing silver spear, half of its sturdy fangs suddenly shattered, and its head involuntarily rose up.

The silver spear transformed into a silver hairpin, falling limply before being recalled to Bai Mo's hand.

"beer!!!!!"

The Bronze Tooth Mountain Man let out an angry roar, wanting even more to tear the human below to pieces and let it taste the pain.

However, just as he was about to lower his center of gravity and accelerate his descent, he saw that Feng Ling, who had been killing those ordinary mountain people, had suddenly appeared in front of him.

At this moment, Feng Ling had transformed into a woman whose face was obscured, and the area within a hundred meters was shrouded in constantly shifting winds. The Ancient Bronze Tooth Mountain Man was being supported by countless winds, unable to sink, yet with nowhere to put his grip.

"Mmm~~~~~~!"

With a long sigh, Feng Ling was furious. This cunning, ugly mountain man had actually bypassed her and ambushed her summoner. She was going to show off her strength.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!"

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, and Feng Ling spread his palm, and countless bluish-white auras gathered, forging a wind whip as thick as a wrist.

The wind whip lashed out at the man from Ancient Bronze Tooth Mountain, extending as it lashed out and binding him tightly.

Then Feng Ling swung her wind whip, carrying the bronze-toothed mountain man bound to it, and smashed it fiercely into the mountain people on the ground.

With a deafening crash, the ancient bronze-toothed mountain man, hurtling down, smashed into countless of his own kind, creating a massive crater over ten meters wide in the city's light.

The mages on the city wall were dumbfounded by this scene. That was a commander, yet it was completely powerless against that tiny wind sprite!

However, an even more shocking scene unfolded. Feng Ling casually pulled the wind whip that was binding the mountain man as if it were a slingshot, causing it to retract instantly and suspend the bronze-toothed mountain man five hundred meters in the air once again.

Feng Ling swung the Wind Whip like a jump rope, and the Ancient Bronze Tooth Mountain Man, who was bound to the end, flew through the air, faster and faster, with the wind becoming sharper and the power becoming more and more ferocious.

"BOOM~~~~~~~~~~~!"

All the people saw was a blur, followed by a deafening roar that could shatter eardrums, and the city gate beneath their feet trembled.

The bronze-toothed mountain man landed once again among the mountain people below the city gate, like a boulder crashing into water, shattering and sending a large group of mountain people flying!

It even created a huge crater on the ground, just like a meteorite impact!

The two heavy blows were almost enough to kill the Bronze Tooth Mountain Man. Its body was shattered, and its pair of bronze fangs, which symbolized its status and majesty, were broken off at the root.

His hands and feet were smashed into some crater, his body was covered in cracks, blood gushed out uncontrollably, and his disfigured head was just a blur of flesh and blood.

Even so, he still had a sliver of hope left, but Feng Ling didn't stop there. With a few more swings, several more deep pits were created, and half the mountain was almost gone. Bai Mo even withdrew most of the beast horde, fearing that innocent bystanders would be caught in the crossfire.

Dozens of heavy blows extinguished the life force of the Ancient Bronze Tooth Mountain Man, and the nearby Purple-Eyed Green Lions pounced on him one by one, devouring him completely.

The remaining mountain men had no courage to fight anymore. Their spirits were shattered by Feng Ling's two light, fleeting blows, and they all fled frantically.

However, not only Wind Spirit and Purple-Eyed Lion, but even Bai Mo and the mages above the city gates had no intention of letting them go. The hunters whose relatives and friends had died at their hands all came out to chase after them.

Waves rose beneath their feet as Bai Mo led Lingling and the man up the mountain, dealing with the mountain people who came towards them along the way.

Soon, he arrived at Yanguan.

A man with a long face stood at the door with several people. As soon as he arrived, the man greeted him warmly.

"Thank you, young man, for your timely rescue, which averted the crisis at Yanguan and saved the lives of the people there!"

"May I ask who you are...?"

Bai Mo returned the greeting but did not respond to what he said. He was not that noble; he only saved people if he had the ability, otherwise he would have run away long ago.

"Oh! My surname is Ma. I am the deputy military commander here, in charge of guarding Yanguan Pass."

"Commander Ma, have you informed Fancheng about the situation here? I suspect the Shanren tribe is eyeing Xiangcheng, and there may be more Shanren behind them."

"I had a guess about that too. The communications team has already been dispatched to Fancheng."

Ma Juntong glanced at him in surprise, seemingly astonished that he was able to so keenly perceive this matter.

You have to understand, he has been stationed in Yanguan for decades and is a native of the area, so he was able to deduce this result from the mountain man's recent movements.

Shaking his head, Ma Juntong continued:

"This kind of raiding by mountain tribes taking advantage of our weakened defenses has happened before, and we have experience in dealing with it. Therefore, I would like to ask you to temporarily join us in protecting the relocation of the people here!"

"There's only one road back to Xiangcheng, so of course I'll go with you," Bai Mo said with a smile.

"Alright, by the way. May I ask what your name is, young man?" Ma Juntong suddenly realized that he didn't know the man's name. In his opinion, such a young and talented person should have an extraordinary background.

My name is Bai Mo.

Before Bai Mo could finish speaking and before Ma Juntong could say anything more, a cry of joy and excitement, mixed with disbelief and grief, rang out.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

A cute and innocent-looking child, about thirteen or fourteen years old, ran over and knelt down beside the man Bai Mo was with.

The man, now fully conscious, had tidied himself up and appeared to be in his fifties.

Seeing his granddaughter rush to his side, the man could only raise his hand to wipe away her tears. He opened his mouth to comfort her, but could only utter a series of incomprehensible syllables. He tried to get up, but was too weak to do so.

"You're his grandson? No, you're a girl, so you should be his granddaughter." Lingling, who had been standing to the side, recognized the gender of the somewhat androgynous child and continued.

"He was already like this when we rescued him from the mountain man. Stop crying. Although he looks pitiful, he can recover as long as we find a healing mage. What kind of behavior is this, crying like this!"

The girl was startled by Lingling's sudden words, but after being reminded, her face brightened again, and she began to mutter, "Yeah, a healing type, as long as it's a healing grandpa!"

Suddenly, his face fell again. "Grandpa said healing treatments are very expensive, we can't afford them. Waaaaah~~~~!"

Remembering the last time her grandfather was injured and could only lie in bed, she recalled his words and immediately felt sad.

"Waaaaah! I wish I had a healing ability too."

A monk passing by scoffed, saying nothing, but it was as if he had struck the girl's heart with the heavy words, "You're dreaming."

Bai Mo glanced at the mage, and with a thought, hung him directly on the city gate, while also casting a sound-silencing barrier.

Those around them pretended not to see what was happening; they had never seen anyone so reckless.

Didn't you see how heartbroken that child was? And yet you're making sarcastic remarks. It's like lighting a lamp in a latrine.

Lingling glanced at the girl beside her, who was crying her eyes out, with a headache. She was about to comfort the girl and tell her that she would cover the medical expenses when she saw a faint light shine from her body. Instantly, Lingling's eyes narrowed.

(End of this chapter)