Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

"Fleeing Shadow: Illusion!"

Mo Fan used the dim light of the night to cast his Shadow Spell. As his body disappeared into the shadows, it swiftly split into another dark lump of human-shaped shadow, and moved into the distance across the ground.

When the White Sand Giants saw someone trying to escape in the shadows, they raised their sabers and chased after the shadow without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaohou quickly headed in another direction, branching away from Mo Fan's illusion, and brought another group of White Sand Giants with him, easing up the party's burden.

"Time to do some cleaning!" Zhao Manyan smiled when he saw the clumsy White Sand Giants following the script.

"Right away!" Mo Fan's figure was engulfed in flames.

With Zhao Manyan in charge of defense, Mo Fan did not need to worry at all. He could simply cast Spells and draw Star Patterns.

The simple, violent Fiery Fist: Nine Halls was still the best attack against these White Sand Giants. As the energy was gathered at the tip of his fist, the punch could easily overwhelm any White Sand Giants within a hundred meters with burning lava!

The fiery pillars sprang up from the ground, and their flames immediately spread across the White Sand Giants that were shattered into pieces previously.

The White Sand Giants that initially resembled a white wall had now crumbled to the ground, forming a pile of debris!

"You sure are the violent one!" Zhao Manyan exclaimed when he saw a third of the White Sand Giants get eliminated in an instant.

While everyone else in the party only had two Elements and four Spells, Mo Fan's four destructive Spells were incredibly precious, without a doubt. The firepower he had was equivalent to a whole team, utterly ridiculous!

Zhao Manyan did not just stand there and watch. His hand was holding an ethereal sword that glowed a soft gold. It was one of the few attacking moves he had, an expensive Deathstrike Magic Equipment!

Aiming to vent all the grudges he had swallowed into his stomach, Zhao Manyan waved the golden ethereal sword at the White Sand Giant in front of him!

Although the ethereal sword was only a transfiguration of the Light Element, its sharpness was comparable to many outstanding weapons. The slash alone cut the White Sand Giant in half, and more shockingly, it fired a slashing arc forwards, which cut all the White Sand Giants in a straight line ahead of it in half. The White Sand Giants that were relatively lucky only had their arms or limbs severed instead!

The power of the sword was shocking. Zhao Manyan had purposely slashed in the line where more White Sand Giants were standing, and the outcome was better than he had expected.

However, he somehow felt it to be a pity. If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation was not strong enough, he would have brought some stronger Deathstrike Magic Equipment at home. The Hundred Shadows Sword in the shape of a fan could easily wipe out the White Sand Giants with a single blow!

"I knew you would have some trump cards still," teased Mo Fan when he saw Zhao Manyan attacking violently.

"Another group is coming in your direction, focus!" Zhao Manyan was clearly not in the mood to be surrounded again.

Mo Fan glanced at the White Sand Giants that were stepping into the remaining flames. These creatures were rather special in terms of how fearless they were, as if they knew nothing about death.

That being said, he was more than happy to take all their souls.

Before he was aware of it, another Servant-class Soul Essence was refined, like parts continuously being fed into a machine, refining them into useful stuff. Mo Fan did not mind that the White Sand Giants kept on coming to die.

"Maybe I can come here and farm endlessly when I'm stronger, I bet I won't need much time to achieve the fourth-tier Fiery Fist," mumbled Mo Fan to himself as he was casting his Spells.

The souls here were better, and even though the creatures were harder to kill, it was not a death trap, based on what the party had experienced today. After learning the creatures' patterns, and with a certain strength, he could easily cash in the White Sand Giants that were charging in his direction!

"Brother Fan, I'm bringing them to you, it's your turn to shine," Zhang Xiaohou's loud voice came from the communication device.

Mo Fan turned around and saw Zhang Xiaohou bringing a huge group of White Sand Giants toward him, a huge trail of dust behind them.

"Are you out of your mind? They will simply trample us into minced meat if they continued to run at us like that!" screamed Zhao Manyan wildly.

On the other hand, Mo Fan was extremely calm. His eyes were burning with blazing red flames. Zhang Xiaohou had clearly disrupted their formations, which led to the White Sand Giants knocking into one another while running at a disorganized pace. They were on the verge of pushing one another over.

As Zhang Xiaohou was bringing them toward Mo Fan, a Rock Barrier suddenly rose from the ground.

The Rock Barrier blocked the White Sand Giants, like a bunch of running bulls suddenly slamming into steel gates.

"Fiery Fist: Nine Halls!"

Mo Fan threw his fist into the ground. The scorching fire pillars immediately appeared among the White Sand Giants, who had totally lost any discipline.

The Fiery Fist: Nine Halls was a large area-of-effect Spell to begin with. Zhang Xiaohou had totally displayed his talent at 'aggroing' the mobs, allowing Mo Fan to eliminate them all with his Fiery Fist: Nine Halls effectively.

The Soul Remnants flew into Mo Fan's pendant. He could vaguely remember how he killed hundreds of Giant Lizards at Dongting Lake with one single swipe of his claw when he was demonized, but that was not a power he could control, after all.

Meanwhile, he was enjoying teaming up with Zhang Xiaohou and Zhao Manyan. If he had such power and reliable teammates during the calamity of Bo City, there was no need for him to be afraid of the One-eyed Magic Wolves, no matter how many there were. He could have lowered the number of casualties during the disaster greatly...

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Some distance away, Lingling, Xinxia and Chen Yi had already regrouped. Chen Yi was initially in a pinch, yet for some reason, the White Sand Giants in her surroundings had slowly disappeared, as if they had all headed for Zhao Manyan, Mo Fan, and Zhang Xiaohou.

The three girls basically did not need to do anything. They were simply observing the battle from the distance.

One of the three men had agility and speed to kite the enemy and disrupt their formation; one was an expert on defense and holding ground, preventing the demon beasts from getting closer; and one was full of destructive Spells, a pure offensive Magician!

When everyone in a party was so outstanding that they could resemble a whole team of Magicians, their combined strength was a lot more shocking!

The White Sand Giants were split up into many groups, and even if they gathered together, unless they could break through Zhao Manyan's defense in one go, or kill Zhang Xiaohou who was running around like a monkey, it was only a matter of time until Mo Fan blasted them to pieces!