Full-Time Mage: Double Return, Niu Ma Mo Fan

Chapter 117 Nothing wrong!
Ding Yumin and Mo Fan simultaneously unleashed explosive attacks on the axe-wielding corpse general!
"boom--!!!"

The giant corpse was sent flying over a hundred meters away, crashing heavily to the ground!

The short man stood there, stunned and motionless. Not only him, but the muscular man and Asha's three companions also couldn't help but take a second look at the three young people.

Neither Meng Qiuzhen nor Ding Yumin possesses the kind of strength that ordinary young people should have!

However, no one had time to guess their identities. After the initial shock, they were busy attacking the undead that were rushing towards them with their attacks.

Mo Fan, Ding Yumin, and Asha Ruya emphasized the protection of the Water Guardian and planned to carry out a decapitation operation against the Great Corpse General!

Keeping it around to constantly summon the undead to attack is not a good choice.

Asha's hair was already soaked by the rain, but she didn't try to hide it. She casually tore her veil off and revealed a flawless, white face.
This is not a completely Western face; in fact, if you don't look closely, it's not much different from an Eastern woman's. However, her eyes are exceptionally bright like stars, and her long eyelashes are now even more moist, just like pear blossoms in the rain, making her look charming and touching!
The fierce battle with the giant corpse general had barely begun when Mo Fan's curses drowned out the sound of the rain, echoing in everyone's ears:

"Old Meng, you're being way too discriminatory!!!"

"Give me a Water Defense set already!!"

Mo Fan had no defensive means among his four elements, and was forced to use the Xuan Snake Demon Armor.

Looking at Ding Yumin's enhanced water defense system with as many as twenty water ribbons, Mo Fan couldn't help but curse!

At this moment, he missed Zhao Manyan, who was his true brother. Now, his adoptive father, surnamed Meng, seemed to completely disregard his life or death.
Meng Qiuzhen shamelessly said, "If you're not going to die, don't waste my magical energy."

Given Mo Fan's strength and his demonic physique from using the Bloodstone, a minor injury is nothing.

Ding Yumin was invited by him, so shouldn't he be responsible for her personal safety?
It's absolutely not discrimination. Just look at Asha's mother; she didn't receive this kind of treatment.
The three men who were about to behead the Great Corpse General had different expressions.

Mo Fan was at the forefront, fighting and cursing at the same time.

Asha'ruya was in charge of dealing damage, and when she glanced back at Meng Qiuzhen, her eyes were full of resentment.

This was the first time she had ever witnessed this man's stinginess, little did she know that Meng Qiuzhen was simply too lazy to put a water-based protective on her.

As for Ding Yumin, she was probably the happiest one. She wasn't getting wet in the rain and was well protected. Even through the water, you could see the slight upturn of her lips. Happiness is always relative.
Mo Fan successively used the Blood Beast Boots and the Mid-Tier Level 3 Thunderclap.

Azharia then decisively summoned the Night Knight.

Ding Yumin unleashed both fire and spirit.

"Damn! This still can't kill it?!"

Mo Fan looked at the large corpse general who was only slightly injured, and the increasing number of undead around him, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Asha'ruya frowned, her expression deep, and said:
“If the battlefield weren’t in this deathly place, we could definitely kill it in minutes. But it has the advantage of terrain, and there are a lot of undead and rotting corpses constantly rushing over to help. We lack the means to win in one blow. Let’s retreat and hold our ground until dawn.”

The three retreated to Meng Qiuzhen's side. The winter cold and being soaked made Mo Fan feel like he was about to catch a cold, even though he was a fire-type cultivator.

Soaked to the bone, Asharuya looked at Meng Qiuzhen with a resentful gaze. If this guy had given her a water shield, she definitely wouldn't have gotten so wet.

Meng Qiuzhen spread his hands and then manipulated a stream of water to cling to her delicate body, intending to drain the moisture from her.
Asha Ruya suddenly trembled, then glared fiercely at Meng Qiuzhen.

She never expected to be taken advantage of like that. "Just tell me if you're still wet or not," Meng Qiuzhen said very seriously. Based on his measurements, he had inadvertently learned about the girl's measurements, as well as the size of her breasts and peaches, while helping her dehumidify. Foreigners just like fair-skinned and clean-cut girls, no problem. Apart from these things, he absolutely had no other improper thoughts.

Mo Fan was about to ask Meng Qiuzhen, a water-type mage, to help dehumidify the area, but considering Meng Qiuzhen's character, he decided to dry it himself. He called out Xiao Yanji and, while drying it, suggested:

"Although we won't be in any danger with you here, Old Dream, it's a waste of your magic power and time. We might as well just kill that giant corpse and continue on our way."

"It's easy to say. None of the three of you can kill the Great Corpse General. Now it's surrounded by a large number of undead servants, which will only make it harder to kill! You'll be lucky to survive its attacks until dawn!!!" The dwarf man stared at the large number of undead outside the water barrier, continuously casting spells to kill them.

He admitted that Meng Qiuzhen's large-scale water defense was extremely strong, and the servant-level undead couldn't break through it at all. So now they only needed to hide inside and clear out the undead that kept rushing over from outside.

But the Great Corpse General is like a god to mid-level cultivators; otherwise, they wouldn't have screamed and tried to run away when they first saw him!
To think that one could kill such a being amidst a vast army is nothing short of a pipe dream for a mid-level mage!

Not to mention the short man, even Asha's Ruya didn't quite believe that Meng Qiuzhen could kill the Great Corpse General so easily. She had just faced him head-on and knew all too well how strong he was.

The three powerful mid-level experts were basically helpless against the Great Corpse General.

Although Meng Qiuzhen's methods were not bad either, her masterful water control technique alone was enough to impress even the worldly Parthenon Saintess.

But defense is defense, and attack is attack. She didn't quite believe that Meng Qiuzhen could be extraordinary in another element besides water.

There are only two systems in the intermediate level. Generally speaking, mages usually specialize in one and minor in the other. This is common knowledge.

Even some well-connected and resourceful scions of prominent families are like this.

Given Meng Qiuzhen's young age, Asha Ruya guessed that he probably majored in water-based magic and minored in other magic systems, focusing all his energy on water-based magic in order to cultivate it to an extraordinary level.

Water mages below the high level can only cast a single-digit number of water ribbons when using basic water control. Anyone who can achieve four cycles is considered an expert or genius.

And there are more than a dozen dreams seeking truth.
Asha'ruya even speculated that the other party possessed a natural talent that could double the power of the water ribbons.
Unlike others who didn't know Meng Qiuzhen and thought Mo Fan was bragging and trying to save face for failing to kill the Great Corpse General, he was different.

Neither Mo Fan nor Ding Yumin doubted Meng Qiuzhen's abilities; they just thought he was too lazy to take action and wanted to slack off.
"Let's hurry on our way," Ding Yumin said after a moment's thought.

Staying here and holding on is pointless; who knows what else might happen? It's better to take the initiative and break the deadlock than to be stuck in a passive position.

"Well, that's fine too."

Meng Qiuzhen nodded. Since his companions had all offered their opinions, he decided not to hold back any longer and simply wasted a little bit of magic energy to continue on his way.

His response attracted everyone's attention.

Meng Qiuzhen then gently stroked his finger towards the large corpse general in the distance, which was surrounded by a large number of undead servants.

next moment!
Suddenly, a silver spatial rift appeared above the giant corpse's head, and then a gigantic dragon turtle claw shot out!

The aura of a commander-level being swept across the entire area; even some weaker undead were crushed and killed by this aura!

The dragon turtle's claws seized the giant corpse general with incredible speed, then gripped it tightly!
"Crack—Crack—!!!!!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)