Versatile Mage: Angel of Time, but Emperor of Every Moment

Chapter 218: Capture the master alive, this world should be at peace!
Mo Fan sucked in a breath of cold air, and even his demonic body trembled.

He watched helplessly as the disaster turned into a torrential rain of purple crystals. The splashing crystal fragments reflected twelve star track totems in the moonlight, each of which was wrapped in a terrifying power that could wipe out an entire city.

How the hell is this a self-destruction? It's clearly all the years of cultivation condensed into fireworks!

"This one-eyed dragon is so cruel!" Mo Fan's Adam's apple rolled, and the demonic scales on his body were buzzing.

Who could have imagined that the sovereign emperor who had ruled the Pacific for centuries would explode like a cannon? Those star tracks flickering in the crystal shards were proof of the forbidden spells he had devoured!

What kind of determination and courage does it take to achieve this?

The sea breeze blew crystallized blood sand across his cheeks, and Mo Fan suddenly remembered the scene three hours ago. The sharp claws of the Emperor Geminis tore through the clouds, breaking Michael's sixteen wings alive, and Senior Yuri's ice forbidden spell didn't even leave a white mark on their scales.

More than ten humans joined forces to cast forbidden spells, but Zai's strange eyes saw through everything.
Now, these two ferocious brothers are like snakes with their wings pinched in front of An Jing.

Mo Fan stared at the purple light flickering in the spacetime cage and suddenly laughed out loud. How could this be a battle? It was clearly Brother Jing spinning a top with his trident!
An Jing looked at the amethyst stardust left after the disaster's self-explosion, and tapped the Chaos Trident lightly with his fingertips:
"You are indeed decisive in your actions, otherwise you wouldn't be able to suppress the backlash from the strange eye." The sea breeze lifted the strands of hair on his forehead, revealing the shadows of time and space gears flowing in his eyes.

Mo Fan stared at the gradually dissipating Emperor Blood Mist on the sea. A sudden surge of electric currents suddenly emanated from his demonic scales. "Letting another one escape like this is like letting a tiger go back to the mountain."

Before he finished speaking, a thunderous sound of a tsunami suddenly came from the distant sky, and tens of thousands of whirlpools began to emerge on the originally calm sea surface.

This battle made Mo Fan fully realize the terrifying power of sea monsters. Even the most common deep-sea fish monsters were as powerful as commander-level monsters.

He couldn't imagine how powerful the ocean kings living in the deep sea restricted areas were.
Looking at the direction the Emperor Gemini fled, Mo Fan suddenly thought of the country's increasingly crumbling coastal defenses. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before the true Siren army would sweep in.
An Jing flicked the halberd with his finger, and the Chaos Trident suddenly emanated a clear dragon's roar. The ancient runes on the blade lit up one after another, and the sea within a radius of ten miles began to reflect the starry sky.

That was not the night sky, but a torn space-time fault!

"Release the tiger back to the mountains?" He walked towards the void on the upside-down sea of stars. With every step, the shadow of gears bloomed on the soles of his feet. "From the beginning to the end, there has never been a tiger. How can we say we should release the tiger back to the mountains?"

“Buzz——!!!”

Wherever the tip of the halberd pointed, the space fragments in the sky suddenly condensed into silver-blue chains.

The surface of those chains was flowing with the hour hand totem of Emperor Ke Ke, and in the blink of an eye, a space-time web spanning thirty miles of sea was woven.

Mo Fan's pupils suddenly shrank as he saw that the escaping "Nan" had three duplicate images in the net - the bodies of emperors from the past, present and future dimensions were simultaneously nailed to the longitude and latitude of time and space!
Water mist suddenly rose from the deep sea to a height of a thousand meters, and tens of thousands of lightning bolts tore through the night sky.

An Jing's figure flickered in the lightning. The moment he grasped the trident, the tide of the entire Pacific Ocean stopped breathing.

The shadow of the peaceful emperor suddenly solidified in the glow of the Chaos Trident, and bronze ripples suddenly appeared in the sea where the tip of the trident pointed.

Those ripples were actually made up of billions of tiny hour hands, and each ripple emitted a metallic vibration like gears meshing as it spread.

“It’s time for this farce to end.”

He tapped the halberd with his fingertips, and twelve huge bronze gates suddenly stood up in the entire Chaos Delta.

The moment the door opened, countless hour hands shot forth from the void, like nails of divine retribution piercing the body of the "difficult" emperor. Dark purple scales peeled away in the torrent of time, revealing the frantically wriggling veins of his essence beneath.

"Crash-!!!"

Twelve chains of time shot out from the giant gate, and at the end of the chains were twelve forbidden ghosts who were swallowed by the "disaster"!

These translucent blue spirits let out shrill screams and wrapped around the emperor's limbs with the karmic fire of retribution.

When the last chain clasped "Nan"'s throat, a gear matrix with a diameter of one hundred miles suddenly emerged in the entire sea - that was the projection of Emperor Keke's body, and each tooth groove was flowing with silver light that froze time and space.

Mo Fan saw An Jing raise his hand and clench it, and the gear matrix shrank into a palm-sized bronze compass.

The "difficulty" trapped in it is now as small as a mayfly, and even the roar is compressed into a faint buzzing.

What's even more terrifying is that seventy-two star track seals appeared on the surface of the compass, and each seal corresponds to the origin of the forbidden spell it had swallowed - this is not imprisonment, but using its own sins to forge a cage from which it will never be able to escape!

Mo Fan scratched his head, and the demonic scales on his body made a crackling sound as he moved.

He looked at An Jing's gradually shrinking figure, his gaze fixed on the palm-sized bronze wheel. Seventy-two star tracks were flowing on the surface of the wheel, and each star track was locked with a wisp of dark purple imperial origin.

"Is this the end?" he muttered to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief.

He was the sovereign emperor who had ruled the Chaos Delta for thousands of years! He had ripped Michael's fourteen wings apart three hours ago, and now he was compressed into a speck of dust in a wheel?
The sea breeze lifted An Jing's sleeves, and the roulette wheel in his palm suddenly let out a faint dragon roar.

Mo Fan's pupils suddenly shrank as he saw the shadow of "difficult" appear on the surface of the roulette wheel. The arrogant sovereign emperor was now being pierced by seventy-two forbidden chains, and even his roars turned into whimpers as thin as mosquitoes.

"Ah."

An Jing nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping across the devastated Chaos Delta.

Tens of thousands of demonic remains floated on the surface, their dark purple blood staining the entire waters an eerie hue. Those once-mighty overlords of the deep sea were now nothing more than floating fragments of flesh and broken bones.

"In this battle," he stroked the ancient runes on the trident with his fingertips. The dragon pattern on the blade suddenly glowed with a faint blue light. "The number of emperors who fell alone exceeds five fingers."

Mo Fan followed his gaze and saw five particularly large emperor corpses floating on the sea.

One of the corpses, shaped like a giant whale, was slowly sinking, its dark golden scales reflecting bright starlight in the moonlight. It was the most capable general under the command of the Bermuda Emperor, a terrifying existence that had destroyed three coastal fortresses overnight.

Today, these once-dreaded deep-sea overlords are nothing more than a string of numbers in An Jing's record book.

ps: Chapter 2 is here!!!

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