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

Chapter 227 The Forbidden Light Prison, Feng Ling is Injured

Looking at the ancient seal script shining with golden light above his head, Bai Mo did not feel any restriction. He frowned slightly, and with a thought, silver images appeared and formed constellations in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the yin-yang face was still coldly smiling at him and was not stopping him from casting his spell, Bai Mo was puzzled, but getting out of the golden seal script covering the sky was the most important thing.

Although I don't understand why the hermaphrodite was shouting "Prison of Light" but the golden inscription in the sky didn't change, it's common for people to shout names randomly to scare others during battle.

The portal closed, and Bai Mo lifted his foot to step inside, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring it down.

Upon closer inspection, the space in front of them was rippling with the magic, but the spatial passage that allowed for free movement could not be opened.

"Hahaha, you think you can get away? I told you, I'll kill your friends one by one first, and then I'll kill you last!"

The arrogant laughter of the Yin-Yang Face reached his ears, but Bai Mo ignored it. His eyes narrowed as he saw the wisps of golden light in the spatial ripples.

"Sealing off the space?"

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow, realizing why he couldn't open the spatial passage. It was the light magic cast by the stone tablet that had the wonderful effect of sealing space. No wonder the yin-yang face man was so arrogant, even willing to be suppressed temporarily and expose his crimson rift demon just to use his stone tablet.

At this moment, Yin Yang Face once again unleashed wind magic, and a giant cone of wind spun and pierced through the air.

This azure soul wind possesses the power of ice, leaving frost wherever it passes. Just by getting close, Bai Mo felt as if ice powder was falling on his face, freezing him to the bone!

"The wind howls!"

Now that he knew the function of the golden ancient seal in the sky, Bai Mo was in no hurry to run away. With a wave of his hand, the pale white wind dragon crashed into the giant wind cone that was attacking him.

The airflow exploded and dispersed. Bai Mo looked at Yin Yang Face and saw six wind wings appear behind him. The token had also appeared in his hand at some point.

Then, he flapped his wind wings, and instantly the azure cold wind condensed into countless tiny wind blades, like countless swords formed from frost, forming a large wind blade array that attacked Bai Mo.

"You just stay here and watch!"

With a sinister laugh, Yin Yang-face flapped the remaining two wind wings behind him and swiftly flew out of the area covered by the golden seal in the sky.

Bai Mo focused his mind, and the spatial crystal wall suddenly appeared before him like a giant city gate. The wind blades struck it continuously with clanging sounds, but they could not harm him.

Seeing that Yin Yang Face was heading towards the National Government members, thousands of pale white auras suddenly floated behind him, condensing into wind wings, and chased after Yin Yang Face.

However, the further he flew, the more resistance he felt, as if he were facing a muddy swamp, an inward-facing gravity field, and an invisible thick rubber wall.

However, after flying a few dozen meters outwards, he could no longer go any further, and the pair of wind wings on his back became completely useless.

If you keep slapping, your body will be crushed by the two forces from the front and back!

Feeling the familiar spatial pressure on his body, Bai Mo knew that it was the effect of the light seal containing spatial power once again.

Outside, Bai Mo was nowhere to be seen, but everyone else saw a golden square space covering a hundred meters in diameter. In the blink of an eye, the figure with the yin-yang face flew out, but Bai Mo was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh no!"

Nan Jue saw Yin Yang Face fly directly towards Ai Jiangtu. Just as Ai Jiangtu was about to finish off the opponent with Mo Fan, something went wrong.

However, just as Nan Jue was worried, the crimson monster that was being kicked around by the bluish-white air currents high in the sky, with large amounts of blood splattering down from time to time, was suddenly hit by a hundred-meter-long wind pillar that condensed and flew away like a baseball, leaving a red line and hitting the Yin-Yang Face.

Yin Yang Face felt the whistling attack coming and, upon seeing that it was his own treasure, his expression immediately twisted.

"Useless trash! You can't even beat a wind spirit!"

He nimbly dodged the crimson rift demon's attack, letting it smash a huge crater in the ground, its body cracking.

Just as he was about to resolve the predicament of his capable subordinate, he saw a bluish-white whirlwind, like a sword aura traversing the sky, piercing straight towards him.

"Then I'll destroy you first!"

The man with the two-toned face roared angrily, "How dare a mere minor commander block my way?"

"Light rained down, covering the ground!"

The man suddenly spread his hands, and with his movement, a golden streak of light condensed in front of him, ruthlessly piercing the long wind that was attacking him.

Feng Ling, amidst the long wind, sensed the powerful light and instantly broke free. She unleashed the auras of both soul winds within her, causing a violent whirlwind to sweep across the entire island, and a bluish-white domain covering over five hundred meters descended.

Having a spiritual connection with Bai Mo, she knew that Bai Mo was alright, but she needed to keep this annoying black-and-white person at bay.

The wind spirit's figure suddenly grew to the size of an adult. With a wave of its hands, countless wind breaths gathered, transforming the hundred-meter-long wind beneath its feet into a hundred-meter-long spear. The sharp energy directly tore apart the ribbon of light emitted by the Yin-Yang face bit by bit, and crashed heavily into the Yin-Yang face that was protected by the wind wings behind it.

After knocking it away for an unknown distance, Feng Ling did not pursue it, but instead looked down at the crimson Rift Demon that was crawling out of the pit.

This crimson demon hunter was weaker than her, but it was tough and resilient. She had to attack it several times from the sky before she could seriously injure it. It was currently attempting to attack members of the National Government.

Knowing that these people were all Bai Mo's teammates, Feng Ling naturally wouldn't let them do evil.

"Mmm!"

She raised her finger and pointed it directly at the crimson demon. Intense wind elements gathered, almost creating a hurricane around her.

Just then, those with stronger senses, such as Ai Jiangtu, Mu Nujiao, and Mo Fan, felt a sharp, piercing aura rush towards them. The crimson rift demon, which was locked onto by the wind spirit, was even more startled and was about to fall into the sea.

Yin Yang Face steadied himself, looked at the shattered armor and magic tools on his body, and breathed a sigh of relief. He originally wanted to conceal himself and launch a sneak attack on the elemental spirit, but suddenly clutched his head and groaned, almost falling to the ground.

When Nan Jue saw Feng Ling arrive to help, he knew that Bai Mo was alright. Then he saw the heavily injured Crimson Rift Demon coming towards them. He was about to direct everyone to cover Mu Nu Jiao as she cast a high-level spell when he saw the Crimson Rift Demon leap more than ten meters high and fall into the sea to the side.

Before she could react, a fist-thick, bluish-white wind streak shot down diagonally, like a comet streaking across the sky, instantly tearing apart the crimson demon's head.

The extremely concentrated wind, still powerful, shattered the reefs along the coast that had remained unchanged for centuries before finally disappearing.

"Is this... wind magic?"

Guan Yu stared blankly at his armor spikes, asking himself in disbelief, if he could kill an enemy with a single finger from a hundred meters away, he could actually live a less dashing life as an assassin mage.

"Even the most powerful high-level lightning elemental attacker is only this much, right?" Zhao Manyan swallowed hard.

No one answered him, and Yin-Yang Face, sensing the death of his contracted beast, fell into even more intense anger and madness.

He stared intently at Feng Ling. Although Feng Ling had destroyed the Crimson Rift Demon with a single finger, as a wind mage, Yin Yang Face could clearly sense that the extremely penetrating wind beam required a long time to condense and was even more mentally taxing.

"Killing you and exchanging your Elemental Heart for a contracted beast wouldn't be bad."

A strange smile appeared on Yin Yang's face, and a pair of golden wristbands suddenly appeared on his hands. At the same time, the Brilliant Constellation of Light appeared.

"Holy Seal!"

Just then, the pair of golden bracers suddenly shattered into white light, which condensed into a mark that landed on the constellation about to form magic.

"Light Falls Across the Ground - Holy Seal Sword!"

In an instant, the aura of the light constellation became even more powerful, even slightly stronger than the fusion of the two souls of the Wind Spirit!

Countless golden rays of light bloomed on the constellation, forming a giant golden sword thirty meters long, which slashed towards the Wind Spirit.

"Hmm~"

In an instant, Feng Ling's figure flashed and appeared a hundred meters away. However, the giant sword of light arrived in the blink of an eye. He felt the powerful destructive force on the giant sword of light and knew that even if he turned into the wind, he would be seriously injured.

Feng Ling's figure didn't stop, retreating as if by teleportation. Walls of wind appeared in front of her, but a crystalline light flashed in her eyes and went straight into the heart of the black-and-white-faced man.

She felt the powerful locking force of the giant sword of light dissipate, and then she turned and went to the side.

Yin Yang felt a momentary lapse in concentration, and for a split second he lost control of the oppressive and locking force of the Holy Seal Sword, which was about to allow the elemental spirit to evade.

He immediately hardened his heart and transformed that locking force into an impact force.

The dazzling light sword suddenly accelerated, almost teleporting as it sliced ​​through half of Feng Ling's body as she moved to the side. It flew a hundred meters and struck the light prison constructed of stone tablets, but only caused the prison to shake slightly and make a soft sound before disappearing in an instant.

"Ouch~!" Feng Ling cried out in pain. She was originally formed from wind, but even she felt pain when her avatar was cut open.

With a bang, she dispersed into a gentle breeze, instantly enveloping and assimilating the other half of her body. Then she rolled around, extinguishing the light magic power on her body.

Knowing that he couldn't fly away with the Wings of Wind, Bai Mo telepathically instructed Feng Ling to block Yin Yang Face, while he himself landed on the ground and summoned the Hidden Void Cloak, which could break through spatial suppression.

The moment the Hidden Void Cloak appeared, he felt the space around him, which had been locked by that strange golden light, loosen considerably.

He immediately used his teleportation ability, but could only break through a range of a dozen meters.

"It seems that the stone tablet is of a high grade."

Bai Mo glanced up at the golden, ancient seal script in the sky. He continued sketching spatial constellations; it was just magical energy, and as long as he stood on the ground, he wouldn't have to worry about running out of it.

After several instantaneous movements, Bai Mo discovered that the closer he got to the outside, the stronger the spatial sealing force became. In the end, he could only move forward a few meters with each teleportation.

But at least we are moving forward, which is better than being stuck in one place.

"Buzzing~~~~~~!!"

"Clang!!!"

The sharp, trembling sounds generated by the spatial conflict never stopped. Bai Mo continued to draw his magic in an unsteady manner, ignoring it, but suddenly a resounding clang rang out, and the tightly sealed space around him suddenly loosened.

Thinking to himself that this was a golden opportunity, Bai Mo's eyes narrowed. "Feng Ling is injured!"

With the final stroke of the silver constellation, he flashed across a hundred meters and appeared on the ground outside.

Looking around, he saw Yin Yang Face holding up a light curtain to defend against the wind spirit's occasional attacks, while Ai Jiangtu's side had a spatial stomp that was more than ten meters long, which was vertically imprinted on the fire mage, tearing him to pieces.

Behind Yin Yang Face, a tall summoning gate rose up, facing Nan Jue and other members of the National Government. Rolling thunder and the sound of water came from within.

Upon hearing the sound of water, both Bai Mo and Jiang Yu, who was engaged in battle, turned serious. Jiang Yu shouted at Nan Jue:

"Quickly find a higher position to defend! There's the sound of water coming from the Summoning Gate. This might be a summoned beast from the Flowing River Continent. These summoned beast hordes usually have the ability to control water, and they also create a continuous torrent of water!"

The Liuchuan Continent is one of the nine continents of the Summoning Plane. It is said to have the most aquatic monsters, which are very difficult to find and summon. Once summoned, these aquatic monsters are as powerful as sea monsters.

Upon hearing this, Nan Jue was also in a dilemma. They were located on the edge of an island, which was high in the middle and low around the edges. Where could they find any high places to go?

They were blocked by members of the Greenstone Guild, but they could not stop the indiscriminate beast tide of the Yin-Yang Face.

But time gave her no time to think. As a wave splashed across the ground, all they saw were water demons with octopus heads, large and muscular bodies covered in smooth, azure scales, and tentacle-like limbs, riding on the waves and crushing towards them.

The seventy-odd octopus demons alone created waves beneath their feet that were comparable to a mid-level torrent, one wave after another, as if forming a raging, raging river!

The Nu River alone crushed the Greenstone Guild members blocking its path. Even more terrifying was that their tentacles had the ability to stretch and retract, and with a single swing, they shattered a large number of Greenstone members, creating a ditch on the ground.

Nan Jue and the others had been fighting fiercely for a long time, and none of them were in full condition. When they saw the surging tide of water demons, they were really helpless for a while.

Guan Yu dared not approach this demon that arrived as if in a car. He tried to release a gust of wind, but it was shattered in the blink of an eye.

"Why don't we run? Let's run towards Ai Jiangtu's side. They've finished fighting." Zhao Manyan looked around and saw Ai Jiangtu and the other two approaching them, so he immediately said.

He couldn't possibly stop so many demonic beasts. He'd better find a way to escape.

"No need, the captain is out." Nan Jue glanced at Bai Mo, who had suddenly appeared in front of her.

All that could be seen were pillars of moon-white light rising around him, instantly piercing through time and space.

"Blue Lion's Fury!"

An even more powerful voice rang out, and a torrent of azure water rushed out from the hundred-meter-long summoning gate. In comparison, the more than three hundred purple-eyed azure lions that roared and surged forward looked more like a raging river, heading straight for the Zhangnao Touch Demon on the opposite side.

Before the two sides even got close, the Purple-Eyed Green Lion pack unleashed bolts of lightning spears, shattering the water beneath the feet of the monstrous creatures. Then, they charged straight at them with their powerful bodies.

The two sides clashed violently, but the situation was overwhelmingly one-sided. Although the demonic creatures were aided by the water waves, their strength was short-lived, and their numbers were only slightly more than one-fifth of those of the Purple-Eyed Green Lion.

They became complete prey for the lions, being grabbed, slapped, bitten, or rammed. In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and not a single one was spared. There wasn't even enough to go around, and they all ended up in the lions' bellies.

"Why is the captain summoning so many beast hordes?"

Jiang Yu majored in summoning, and he knew that it was impossible for a high-level cultivator to summon so many beasts using only their magical energy cultivation.

"There's probably some special method involved," Zhao Manyan said. "Why should we compete with this monster?"

"You're right," Jiang Yu nodded in agreement.

The beast tide he had summoned was annihilated, and Yin Yang's eyes widened in fury. He knew he was doomed; with this wind elemental holy spirit and two space mages, there was no way he could escape.

But he couldn't win; his lightsaber, amplified by magical artifacts, could be dodged. However, he wasn't willing to die. Facing the lion pride charging towards him, not yet satisfied with devouring the beast horde, Yin Yang shouted:

"Spare me! Spare me! I'll tell you whatever you want to know! I have some treasures I'm willing to hand over!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo stopped the lion pack, glanced at Li Kaifeng, and Li Kaifeng immediately understood. Six pear blossom thorns instantly pierced the Yin-Yang Face, who had let his guard down.

(End of this chapter)