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

Chapter 92 Shattered Ice Seal the Coffin

A brilliant ice-blue constellation surrounded Lu Bingfeng, whose body was being crushed by the endless spatial pressure. Feeling the pressure on his body ease, Lu Bingfeng didn't care about the blood splattering out from his body. Looking at Bai Mo, who was retreating rapidly with a solemn expression, a twisted smile appeared on his face.

Indistinct words flowed from his mouth along with blood.

"I told you, it's all your fault! A scoundrel is a scoundrel. You're far from being able to beat me!"

"The Frozen Coffin!"

His thoughts enveloped a large area centered on Bai Mo, completely ignoring the villas that stood there, and an icy aura instantly filled the space.

Frost froze the heights, emitting a death knell-like hum, and in an instant, a cold object fell—an ice spirit coffin with an unsealed bottom!

The ice coffin, carrying a heavy and immense force and exuding an extreme cold that seemed to freeze everything, fell directly towards Bai Mo.

Bai Mo reached out and pinched the mountain spirit unconscious, then threw it on the ground and looked up.

"Help! Murder!"

"What's going on? Why are there monks here?!"

"High...high-level magic, am I going to see Grandma?"

Those who had been watching the spectacle from the ground below gasped in surprise when they saw themselves enveloped in magic.

"Bai Mo, there are people down there! There's no one in that little park over there!" Lingling, who was beside him, gave an anxious reminder. She didn't want anything to happen to Bai Mo, nor did she want the people down there to die.

But all that can be given is a reminder: what to do, what can be done. Lingling trusts and supports Bai Mo's judgment.

Bai Mo naturally knew that there were people below, and more than one. Once this spirit coffin, radiating extreme cold and carrying immense force, crashed down, the buildings and land below would instantly turn into a world of ice, not to mention the people.

If there were only one or two people, he might be able to take them away with his engraved, teleporting beads, but since there are more than one person, he has to find another way.

Bai Mo gazed at the sky, the silver divine light in his eyes condensing into two sword beams that suddenly flew out.

It transformed into a silvery glow overhead, seemingly cleaving space in two. The space shifted and coalesced into a gigantic shield gleaming with brilliant silver light, standing majestically overhead.

The enormous ice coffin crashed onto the giant spatial shield, instantly enveloping the area in endless cold. It shattered large swathes of silver light in an instant. The endless icy power of the ice coffin continued to erode the area, and its immense weight pressed down, causing more and more silver light to dissipate.

In the blink of an eye, it disintegrated the entire space defense filled with silver light.

Bai Mo groaned, feeling a wave of discomfort. Even though his mental strength had reached the fourth level of the middle realm, the amplification of his mental strength was only equivalent to having a space-type soul seed in terms of power.

It can greatly enhance the power of his spatial magic, but it's not enough to raise the power of a mid-level spell to the level of a high-level spell.

Although spatial magic is powerful enough that even low-level telekinesis can unleash the power of high-level or even super-level magic, that is only possible if it requires the same amount of magical energy as high-level or even super-level magic.

Therefore, although Bai Mo only infused this magic with regular magical energy, even if Bai Mo instantly poured all his spatial magical energy into a spatial shield, it would at most be a mid-level magic with power infinitely close to that of a high-level magic, not even reaching the level of a high-level magic.

Facing the still-falling frozen coffin, Bai Mo waved his hand, and a large expanse of dazzling silver light, like a reversed Milky Way, spread out and constructed a stretched, time-delayed space above his head.

A flash of silver light appeared in his left hand, and the Silver Hairpin Spear was swirling in his grasp. As Bai Mo poured all his magical energy into it, even converting the magical energy of the wind nebula into spatial magical energy, the spear's light grew brighter and brighter. Gradually, the sharp and pointed feeling even distorted and deformed the space in front of the spearhead.

"Break the void!"

Seeing that the frozen coffin was about to break free of the time-delay space, Bai Mo immediately raised his spear and thrust it forward.

In an instant, a long, narrow, and dazzlingly bright silver spear beam shot out, its meteor-tail-like end constantly cutting out tiny, almost invisible, pitch-black spatial rifts.

The spear's edge, carrying an unparalleled sharpness, crashed irresistibly into the falling coffin after it broke through the time-delayed space.

The extreme compression of space cutting and explosive power is essentially no less than that of a high-level frozen coffin. Like a sword that can cut through iron like mud, it split the frozen coffin in half in the blink of an eye. The sharp spatial energy exploded, forming countless spatial blades that continuously shredded the intact coffin into fine ice fragments.

However, the frozen coffin was too large, and the condensed Void-Splitting Spear's beam was not enough to shatter the entire frozen coffin, leaving only the tail section remaining.

The silver hairpin spear transformed into a stream of light and returned to the dried-up spatial nebula. His magical energy, apart from the summoning type, had been used up in the other two types.

The fact that it can still fly now is entirely due to the power granted by the Wind Spirit. Those small ice fragments are nothing to fear. The main problem is that the remaining small part of the coffin is like an irregular, huge rock, about to crush the people below.

"Spirit Shield!"

Bai Mo reached out and pulled Lingling closer. A thought stirred his soul, and in an instant, a large and heavy shield appeared in front of him.

"Boom!!!!!"

A tremendous crash resounded throughout the sky. The instant the ice coffin wreckage struck the spiritual shield, Bai Mo instantly donned the Mystic Moon Armor.

The heavy impact caused Bai Mo to fall heavily to the ground, and at the same time, a bead on the spatial displacement bracelet on his wrist suddenly shattered.

In an instant, a spatial teleportation spell was created, teleporting Bai Molingling and the huge, truck-cab-shaped ice coffin wreckage together to the deserted park.

boom! ! ! !

The immense force slammed Bai Mo to the ground. Fortunately, the spiritual shield floating in front of him, though cracked and seemingly broken, firmly held the ice coffin remains in place. However, wisps of chilling air still managed to seep down.

Just like the surrounding plants and trees, they gradually froze under the extreme cold of the ice coffin remains.

With the massive ice block looming overhead, Bai Mo didn't even have time to feel the pain and numbness caused by the shock. He finally understood the sensation of being suppressed by the spatial pressure.

Another teleportation bead shattered, and the teleportation array was reconstructed. This time, Bai Mo did not choose to carry the ice block with him to protect Lingling. Instead, he teleported once more, arriving in front of Lu Bingfeng, a hundred meters away.

"Lu Bingfeng, you will pay the price for your actions."

Looking at Lu Bingfeng, whose face was covered in blood, whose body was filthy, and whose eyes were blank and shocked, Bai Mo said coldly.

Lu Bingfeng never expected that Bai Mo would withstand a high-level spell so easily, especially since he was only a mid-level one!

He couldn't believe it; such a thing could actually happen.

Although he could sense that Bai Mo was in very poor condition, his face was as white as gold paper, a sign that his magical energy had been suddenly depleted.

But he still managed to block his own frozen coffin!

A twisted smile appeared on Lu Bingfeng's face. He looked at Bai Mo, clad in dark silver, cold armor, and his eyes burned with uncontrollable jealousy. He said in a chilling, sinister tone:

"You've lost all your magic power, and you still dare to come looking for me? Today, I'll cripple you. So what if you're a genius? Hahahaha!"

(End of this chapter)