The Strongest Magician of Gods

With glaring words flashing repeatedly in his mind, Mo Bei felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He knew from the aura emanating from the newcomer how powerful the person before him was.

"This is terrifying. Their magical realm has reached the peak of the Grand Mage level. And what exactly is this Blood Demon Body?"

Mo Bei was startled, her pupils contracted slightly, and the ocean of memories stretched far into the distance, especially the hateful face from her childhood.

Evil, cold-blooded, and full of wicked humor.

"How did this bastard end up in Austin? As a law enforcement officer of the First Palace, he would never normally come to such a remote place."

In a flash, Mo Bei's mind raced, his body tensed, and a terrifying sense of crisis descended upon him.

Mo Beifang was thrown into a panic, his eyes wary, fearing that the person in front of him might suddenly attack him. After all, his relationship with the fat monk in the Blood Fiend Hall was unusually delicate.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Enforcer." Mo Bei bowed, his voice low and deep.

No matter how unwilling Mo Bei looked, his body gradually bent down, and the surrounding space was locked by a fierce aura.

That aura was too strong, surging to the extreme. There were seven law enforcement officers in the Blood Fiend Hall, and the fat monk was one of them. It wouldn't be accurate to say he was afraid, but the person in front of him was someone he couldn't deal with at this moment.

"You're the little guy who crawled out of the blood-soaked wasteland seven years ago."

Zhuge Yu's eyes were deep, and his face showed a slight surprise. At that time, Mo Bei was a bit young and disheveled, his body was covered in scarlet blood, and the smell of blood was overwhelming. But now, several years have passed, and that little guy has grown up to be more and more handsome.

After some questioning, Mo Bei's bright eyes turned bloodshot.

His sea of ​​memories surged and churned, and the blood and energy within his body surged wildly.

Seven years ago, during the trial in the Blood-Burning Bone Land, only a handful of people survived. At this moment, bloodthirsty and cruel scenes flashed through Mo Bei's memory, which the original owner had suppressed and sealed away in the deepest part of his heart.

Cruel, bloody, a brutal battle where flesh burned and bones burned, the earth was submerged and swallowed by crimson blood—it was a sinful trial.

Ironically, this trial originated from a bet between the three masters of the Blood Fiend Palace, and countless magic apprentices secretly trained by the Blood Fiend Palace were gathered in the Blood Burning Bone Land by a bet.

They endured darkness, transforming from a kind and innocent magic apprentice into someone who seemed to have entered the inferno of hell, a place devoid of hope and dreams, where only the desire to survive remained.

Before that moment arrived, they were all lost in confusion, simply because it was not their ideal.

But from that moment on, they accepted the judgment of fate, and in a short period of time, they transformed from kind and simple people into powerful assassins who struck fear into the hearts of their enemies.

"Yes, I am that little guy from back then."

Mo Bei's eyes flickered slightly, and his face returned to a faint smile. He knew that the owner of that memory was not him, so he treated it as an observation. He recalled it, and it might not have been easy, but that was the truth.

"Oh, very good."

A hideous smile crawled across Zhuge Yu's evil face, his dark eyes darted around, and the immense magical energy emanating from his several-foot-tall body filled the dark space.

"Little fellow, your strength impressed me greatly during your trial years ago. Now, seven years have passed, I wonder if you have improved."

Zhuge Yu smiled wickedly, his eyes vacant.

After exchanging glances, Mo Bei was startled.

In an instant, Mo Bei knew something was wrong; this person was about to attack him.

A sense of crisis, an intense feeling of crisis, pressed down on us like a mountain.

"Zi"

Zhuge Yu stretched out his black finger, pointing it towards the sky. The finger was withered and black, without a trace of flesh or blood, like a finger bone without flesh or blood, yet the luster that shone through it was so dark and shiny.

"Hoo"

The enormous dark sphere, the size of a fist, contained extremely violent magical power.

With a whoosh, the ball of light passed through space and suddenly reappeared beside Mo Bei.

"Advanced magic - Dark Light. It seems to conceal a trace of negligible spacetime energy."

Mo Bei broke out in a cold sweat as the dark orb suddenly appeared beside him, scaring him half to death.

So powerful it's outrageous; once it strikes, it's over in the blink of an eye, leaving the opponent no time to prepare.

Dark Light is a high-level magic, one of the most difficult high-level magics to master in the dark magic system.

"How to do how to do."

A voice kept clamoring in his mind. Mo Bei pondered for a moment, and then a flash of inspiration struck him.

Mo Bei calmed down, his body surging with vast flames. Within the crimson flames, a black spot of light swirled and blackened the entire crimson fire.

"puff"

The dark orb was engulfed by the black flames, and no sparks even splashed out.

What's most frightening about the Dark Light is the corrosive power contained within its magic. Once struck by magic, its corrosive force can melt away the flesh and blood of the body, causing the magician to turn into a skeleton and perish with the wind.

But an unexpected event occurred. Zhuge Yu never expected that the young man in front of him possessed the ability to dissolve the dark light. Even fire-type mages would need some means to deal with this magic.

As for Mo Bei, he simply erupted in flames from his body and vanished in an instant, thus resolving the power of the Dark Light. Moreover, the young man's face appeared completely unaffected, utterly calm.

They looked at each other, and Mo Bei gradually calmed down from her panic. Her anxiety disappeared completely. What was the use of panicking? It was better to calm down and deal with the enemy properly.

"How is that possible? How old is that little guy? How many years has he been practicing magic? How could he resist the corrosive power of the dark light?"

As Zhuge Yu pondered, his evil face grew even paler.

"Heh, this is getting more and more interesting. Geniuses are just infuriating."

His toes lightly touched the ground, and his whole body was seven or eight inches off the ground.

With a "whoosh," Zhuge Yu left a series of afterimages and arrived in front of Mo Bei in the next moment.

"Hoo"

Dark, refined fingers emerged from the virtual space, followed by both hands and the entire body.

"It's spatial ability again."

While being cautious, Mo Bei was also alarmed by Zhuge Yu's magical talent. Spatial ability is an extremely high-level ability that every magician wants to master, but Zhuge Yu is too powerful to have even mastered such a spatial ability. Even though it is less than one-thousandth of the spacetime ability, it still makes Mo Bei tremble with fear.

"Little fellow, a mage at the Great Mage level is not someone a half-baked high-level mage can handle. My power is also something you can never reach, hehe!"

Zhuge Yu laughed evilly, his voice sharp and incredibly penetrating.

"Really!"

Mo Bei looked at Zhuge Yu who was standing nearby and smiled slightly.

Zhuge Yu was surprised. Even at this point, this young man could still laugh. Did he have some way to break free? What a joke.

"Hoo"

Mo Bei glanced at him and flicked his finger to pull out a magic wand from his sleeve.

“I am well aware of the power of the Archmage, but sir, it seems you are underestimating your opponent.”

Mo Bei's face remained indifferent, but his eyes gradually turned fierce. He pointed his magic wand, and a terrifying magical power shot out from it.

"Dance of Fire"

Mo Bei bent down, and a terrifying flame surged out from beneath Zhuge Yu's feet. The fire snake emerged from the foundation and coiled around him like an iron chain.

"Hehe, ignorance is bliss. You think you can fight me with mere intermediate magic? Little brat, I'll let you taste the flavor of dark magic."

Zhuge Yu laughed. The Dance of Fire was just a regular attack spell. With the power of that pillar of fire, even if he lay down and passed by it, it wouldn't harm him in the slightest.

"Uh"

But the next moment, Zhuge Yu was surprised. A pillar of fire emerged seven or eight inches from his feet. Unexpectedly, the pillar of fire did not rush towards him. Instead, it resembled a fiery vine and coiled around him.

The pillar of fire had condensed to its fullest extent, turning a vibrant crimson, and had already climbed up Zhuge Yu's body while he was speaking.

Tense, concentrating, forcefully restraining his body, tightly confining him.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Zhuge Yu's expression turned serious.

"Impossible, this is impossible. How could a mere high-level mage cast such a superb spell?"