Versatile Mage

The flower had eaten at least three hundred undead. It had completely trapped the undead between its petals, which wriggled continuously as it digested them.

The position of the giant flower was exactly the place that was crawling with zombies that Zuo Feng had just mentioned. It was likely that there were quite a number of Warrior-level undead among the three hundred that were eaten.

One after another, Star Constellations were drawn. Han Ji did not use Super Spells, his speed at constructing Star Constellations was simply too quick. The eerily glowing green seeds continued to appear between his fingers, which he flicked at the wall of zombies ahead.

Not long afterwards, another giant flower blossomed among the stacks of zombies. Every time a flower sprouted, it would eat at least a few hundred zombies straightaway. Some even ate over three hundred zombies with a single bite. The flowers kept the zombies inside the petals regardless of their numbers…

“Forward!” Another giant flower blossomed as Han Ji flicked his finger.

Mo Fan and the others were already in an area filled with the giant flowers. He only realized how big the flowers were when he stood close to them. Their size was comparable to the Flesh Mound Corpse Officials. It was likely that the flower could even eat an entire Flesh Mound Corpse Official.

Once the flowers ate something, they would remain tightly closed. The flower would simply wilt away before the petals opened up again.

Meanwhile, everything that they had eaten would be turned into a pile of lifeless corpses, dead just like the wilted flower!

It was Mo Fan’s first time seeing the Advanced Spell of the Plant Element. Even the thickest wall of zombies stood no chance when Han Ji could simply produce the flowers just by flicking his fingers. His fire rate was the same as Mo Fan tossing his Basic Spells around. The ocean of zombies was clearly becoming less dense than it was before!

When the path was cleared, the Imperial Magicians in the square formation immediately pushed forward.

A chill wind as terrifying as the sharp claws of some devils swept at the Magicians. The wind grew icier as they advanced forward. It felt like their souls were going to be shred into pieces by the ghastly wind!

The howls of the wind sounded like devilish cries. They could tell that they were very close to the Dark Abyss.

Even the undead were too scared to come any closer to the area. There were actually fewer undead after they broke through the wall of zombies.

The wind raft drifted forward. They could finally see the horrifying Dark Abyss, a great chasm that suddenly sank along the ground. It was the source of the ghostly wind that was icy enough to shred human souls.

“We can’t go any further. The vortex is going to drag us all into it!” reported Zuo Feng.

The closer they were to the Dark Abyss, the stronger the wind pulled them on. Their current distance was the limit of the Advanced Magicians. If they were to go any further, they would need a greater force to overcome the pulling force of the vortex!

Han Ji glanced at the Imperial Magicians around him and discovered that the wind raft had already deviated from its course.

It was clear that they could no longer maintain the formation.

“You all should retreat first, I’ll escort them for a little longer!” said Han Ji to Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng nodded and immediately gave the command, asking the scattered Advanced Magicians to withdraw from the place.

As soon as the order was given, more than half of the people left the troop. Only a few Super Magicians and the Imperial Magicians maintaining the square formation were left.

As they proceeded another four hundred meters forward, the strength of the wind totally surpassed their expectations. Not only was the wind whipping their souls, it was also pulling them in with a strong might. No wonder there was no sign of undead around, most of them were already dragged into the Dark Abyss by the vortex!

“This is the furthest I can escort you… shit, I can’t pull back!”

“I’ll lend you a hand!”

Du Xiao’s Green Eye was also having trouble moving as it wished. It quickly grabbed the Super Magician who was being dragged toward the Dark Abyss.

Du Xiao was in a pinch too. He immediately backed off after securing the man.

“You all should leave too!” Han Ji said to the rest of the Super Magicians.

“President, how about you?”

“I’ll stay a little longer!” Han Ji had already put on his armor. The dark, golden scales were fully wrapped around his figure. He looked remarkably mighty now, instead of his previous hoary appearance!

Han Ji looked at the group of four, who were perfectly fine and smiled in relief, “The wind isn’t doing anything to you. It seems like the entrance to Hell does welcome the descendants of the Ancient King. I hope that you’ll be safe after jumping into the abyss!”

Zhang Xiaohou, Fang Gu and Su Xiaoluo exchanged glances with one another. The wind that even Super Magicians had trouble dealing with had no effect on them at all.

Fang Gu and Su Xiaoluo were fine because they had come from the villages. Zhang Xiaohou had once stood on the edge of the Dark Abyss. If the wind did not pull him into the Dark Abyss before, he was surely going to be fine this time, too.

Meanwhile, Mo Fan could actually feel the threat the wind was posing to him. The others simply felt like a breeze was sweeping at them, but Mo Fan could actually sense the devilish wind swiping its claws at him…

If he was attacked by the wind when the others were perfectly fine, it was obvious that he was not a descendant of the village, nor was he a pure-blood from Bo City.

When Mo Fan was deciding to withdraw from the place, he suddenly felt a layer of vague light coming out from the Little Loach Pendant and wrapping around him.

It appeared that he was the only one that could see the light. It looked like a shrunken Nether River flowing around him in the same way as the Basic Spell Water Barrier. The energy nullified the force of the chill wind, guaranteeing his safety!

Either way, it was all thanks to Little Loach, who had managed to use the Nether River that had been refined from the Underground Holy Spring to protect him, the unauthentic descendant. Otherwise, the wind would have torn him to pieces by now!

“This is the farthest I can go…” Han Ji was the only left in the area. He was only willing to leave after making sure that Salan would no longer be able to do any harm to them.

“The fate of this half-ruined city is in your hands,” Han Ji did not say anything else.

They all knew the situation that the city was in. No further words were needed to clarify.

The group nodded heavily.

Han Ji looked at Mo Fan for the last time and said with utmost sincerity, “Mo Fan, I’ve heard lots of stories about you, I’m only hoping that you can bring us more miracles, that’s all I’m asking for!”

“Well, how should I put it… it all depends on fate!” replied Mo Fan in a helpless yet unconventional manner.