The Strongest Magician of Gods

He jumped over in disbelief, and for some reason, tears welled up in his eyes.

The fat monk was in a terrible state; blood dripped from his body, seeping from the pores of his skin, turning him into a blood-red mess. His abdomen was surging with a dazzling black light, and he was teetering on the verge of collapse.

"What... what's wrong with you?"

Mo Bei was stunned, unable to imagine that such a powerful fat monk would suffer such a tragic fate.

His plump body was stained with blood, and his eyes were tightly closed as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Mo Bei shook the fat monk's body, his breathing heavy and his heart filled with grief.

"Cough cough."

The fat monk choked back a sob, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, before his face gradually regained its rosy hue.

"Stop shaking me! You're trying to shake me to death!"

The fat monk continued coughing, his abdomen gradually suppressed by the dark light, revealing a clear mind.

Mo Bei was stunned, and her reddened eyes welled up with excitement.

"I wish you'd shake me to death. You're actually quite convincing at pretending, making me cry for no reason," Mo Bei said excitedly.

The fat monk chuckled and took out his wine gourd to drink.

"Tsk tsk, as long as there's wine, Fatty won't die. But that was really dangerous just now, I almost couldn't suppress it. Luckily, now that we've found you, we should be going." the fat monk said.

He surveyed the ruins of Austin, knowing that this ancient city was beyond saving and that retreat was the best option. If he was too late, it would be dangerous, as that force would not allow anyone to slip out from under their noses.

"You're lucky to be alive. All the Blood Fiend Hall's lackeys have left Austin. Now it's just you and me left. Let's go!"

He gazed at the vast space under the night sky, the place he had longed for so much. More than twenty years had passed, and perhaps one day he would finally return.

Mo Bei fell silent, looking down at the sleeping little girl in his arms, his blood gradually boiling.

"You go."

After a moment, Mo Bei made a decision, his eyes deep.

"My students are here, so I can't really go anywhere," Mo Bei said with a shrug.

The fat monk's brows furrowed, and his face suddenly became solemn.

"You'll die. Don't be foolish. That's a power that even the Blood Fiend Palace fears. Do you know what level that is? You're just a high-level mage, humph. Do you know that even archmages are considered second-rate in the entire magic continent? What do you have to fight them with? What laughable ambition."

The fat monk sneered, his aura fluctuating.

Mo Bei didn't care at all, his expression extremely indifferent.

"A man lives for a breath, a Buddha for a stick of incense. If I swallow this breath, my fighting spirit will be extinguished. I know my background is not so simple. Even if you don't tell me, I can guess it. But as a strong person, one should at least be the kind of person who is not afraid of the present or the future. Perhaps I should have been that kind of strong person since I was born. So I must fulfill my mission. Living a life of cowardice is not what a strong person would do. I'm sorry, fat monk, consider this my debt to you."

Mo Bei's eyes gleamed, and he spoke coldly. Before the fat monk could reply, he leaped down from the city wall, skimming along the thick, black city wall, and landed on the stone-paved road.

"That brat, he really doesn't know what's important."

"Fool."

"Boom"

The fat monk stood tall, and with a flick of his wrist, a blood-red, crystal-clear magic wand shot towards them.

The magic wand was actually the one Mo Bei had left behind in the bamboo forest, which the fat monk had now brought to him.

"Without it, what will you fight with, you brat? A so-called strongman, you choose death over survival. Forget your promise, dear strongman." The fat monk mocked, yet his words carried a warmth, perhaps a passion within him.

Whoosh!

"We'll see."

Mo Bei caught the magic wand in mid-air, and a figure walked away into the night, speaking lightly.

"Hmph! They're getting harder and harder to manage," the fat monk muttered to himself.

"Shh!"

Mo Bei bounced on the gravel road, the air around him empty, with waves of mournful howls echoing through the air.

Far away, above the town, countless birds flew across the sky, and violent magical fluctuations descended, accompanied by the deafening roar of collapsing buildings.

On the foundation, ugly demonic beasts climbed, and a huge fiery red tiger stood on the top of the tall building, roaring. When it opened its huge tiger mouth, each sharp tiger tooth was about an inch long, dripping sticky saliva, and a foul fishy smell emerged.

"If only the second brother were here, with his strange fire magic, he would be a perfect counter to that Crimson Tiger, and it wouldn't be able to be so arrogant."

Green was seething with hatred; his magic robe was already torn to shreds, revealing bloody claw marks on his skin underneath.

"That tiger is too powerful, at the peak of the third tier, its skin is as thick as a city wall. Among us, only Luo Xiu can deal with it, but this guy's magic deals large-area damage, so it's a waste to use it in one-on-one combat. It's just good for keeping the Sky Birds occupied." Jiang Yibai pouted.

"Yibai, how's the evacuation of the civilians in the town going? If it's really not working, let's ask Eiffel for help! Her magic should be able to subdue this Crimson Tiger," Liu Jingxuan said solemnly.

"She probably doesn't have time. The battle over there is even more terrifying than here. Several three-headed ghost wolves are causing chaos, and civilians are suffering heavy casualties. But even now, we still don't know who the enemy is. I've figured it out. Those dark forces' enemies are definitely planning to outlast us with magical beasts."

Jiang Yibai's face turned pale. She had never seen such a bloody scene before and was not yet able to get used to it.

"What utter bullshit! They think they can fob us off with these monsters? It's so frustrating and hateful! If the adults weren't too busy, they would have wiped them out in a heartbeat!" Green cursed angrily.

Boom!

A dense rain of ice spikes swept across several tall buildings. Luo Xiu, standing upright against the building's wall, channeled his magic power, controlling hundreds of foot-long ice spikes to sweep across the flying birds.

"Puff puff"

One after another, crystal-clear ice spikes pierced through the wings of birds, causing them to scream and tumble hundreds of feet down, splattering blood as they crashed onto the roofs of cars, crushing them flat.

"kill"

A group of young-looking magicians waved their magic wands, attacking the falling birds. Several of them joined forces to kill them, and dazzling spells flashed like fireworks.

"Roar!"

In the densely packed area of ​​high-rise buildings, a flying elephant as tall as a building climbs up, while a huge surge of water submerges the buildings.

"The peak of the third tier." Jiang Yibai's face turned pale.

"Luo Xiu!" Liu Jingxuan shouted, her voice sharp and hoarse.

"A third-tier peak flying elephant." Luo Xiu said coldly.

"Ow"

At that moment, a huge wing flew across the dark sky, and a terrifying silver wolf opened its greedy blood-red eyes, standing at the edge of the sky.

With a sudden turn of events, a large number of huge gray wolves surged through the alleys on the ground, like a swarm of ants.

"Let's go!" Luo Xiu roared.