Mo Fan never assumed himself to be outstanding when it came to luck. The main protagonist in many TV dramas and novels would always acquire a manual of some peerless Martial Arts after jumping off a cliff, or discovering some rare drop from killing an ordinary wild pheasant that turned out to be a rare golden pheasant. However, it appeared that he was pleasing to the eyes of the Goddess of Luck for once.
Mo Fan was a Servant-class Soul Essence away from ranking up his Shadow Element Fleeing Shadow to the fourth tier, and to his astonishment, the fourth White Sand Giant he killed somehow dropped a Servant-class Soul Essence!
It was only his second time having such good luck. It was extremely rare for a demon beast to drop a Soul Essence, despite the number of demon beasts he had killed in the past.
Normally, Mo Fan would sell the natural Servant-class Soul Essence for money. After all, he could not withdraw the Soul Essences that the Little Loach Pendant had refined, thus he could only use them to strengthen his Spells. The natural ones were sold for money, and the artificial ones were used to strengthen his Spells, since he was able to slowly collect Soul Remnants and refine them into Soul Essences.
Currently, Mo Fan was just a Soul Essence short. Knowing that the party was in a dangerous position, it was better to improve his Spells, to provide some relief for the difficult situation!
The White Sand Giants obviously had a purer lineage among Servant-class demon beasts, hence their Soul Remnants were of higher quality, with a higher chance of dropping Soul Essences.
Mo Fan used his Fleeing Shadow to move to a safer spot. After buying himself some time, he quickly diverted some attention to strengthening the last two Basic Stars of his Shadow Element.
The transformation of the Stars in the Spiritual World seemed like a time-consuming process, but it actually happened almost instantly. As the White Sand Giants chopped with their sand sabers in Mo Fan's direction, his figure sank into the shadow of the clouds once again.
The White Sand Giants were not brainless. When they learned that Mo Fan would always turn into a lump of shadow after casting Fleeing Shadow, they began to chase after the shadows to drive Mo Fan out. Their good teamwork was displayed as they worked together to block the direction Mo Fan was moving towards.
They raised their sabers, and as they chopped down, they immediately raised a tide of sand. The sand gust tumbled around the sabers, doubling the power of their attacks!
If a Shadow Magician was attacked while under Fleeing Shadow's effect, the damage inflicted to the Magician was higher. Mo Fan, who had turned into the shadows, had nowhere to escape to.
As the sand sabers struck the shadow fiercely, it exploded into pieces and was swept away by the shockwave. If someone were hiding in the shadow, they would be dead for sure!
The White Sand Giants had stiff grins after they finally eliminated the annoying Magician. They did enjoy having an intruder's blood smeared on the sand.
"Rose Flame Fiery Fist: Nine Halls!"
Mo Fan's attempt at a dignified voice suddenly appeared from another direction!
The White Sand Giants quickly turned around and stared at Mo Fan, who was supposed to be dead, yet still appeared out of nowhere. They were totally confused about how he had escaped, even though they had been chasing after the shadow all along.
Mo Fan's figure was engulfed in bright, rose-colored flames. The light from the flames revealed a smile with a hint of smugness on his face.
The White Sand Giants could never expect Mo Fan to level up his Fleeing Shadow to the fourth tier in the middle of the battle!
The four-tier Fleeing Shadow was very useful. It allowed him to summon a deceiving shadow to confuse the enemy, while his true self could hide at the same spot and moved to their blind spot while their attention was driven away.
The fake shadow had managed to catch his enemies' attention, giving him enough time to cast his strongest destructive Spell!
The flames around Mo Fan's body quickly gathered on his hand as he stared at the group of White Sand Giants. As the energy reached a limit, Mo Fan drove the overwhelming energy in his fist into the ground!
The surging magma penetrated the sand and swiftly split into nine streams.
The White Sand Giants had grouped up when they tried to stop Mo Fan's shadow, and now the sands around them were burning red from the heat of the Fiery Fist.
Nine scorching pillars jetted out from the ground in a row, with burning molten stone shooting into the air. Flames like serpents spread wildly between the nine pillars. The extreme temperature and the imperious aura of the flames felt like Purgatory, leaving no room for anything to live.
Even though the White Sand Giants were huge in size, their bodies were made of sand. The power of the fire pillars was strong enough to scatter them, while the flames quickly destroyed their life force.
The attack of the Fiery Fist: Nine Pillars was shocking. When many demon beasts were gathered in an area, it could destroy them all without mercy.
Even the White Sand Giants, whose bodies were as sturdy as the flesh of a Warrior-level creature, stood no chance against the destructive Fire Spell. All the White Sand Giants that were caught in the flames of the nine fire pillars were annihilated. The twenty White Sand Giants turned into Soul Remnants and were drawn into Mo Fan's pendant!
Twenty Soul Remnants of the White Sand Giants were equivalent to sixty Soul Remnants of ordinary Servant-class demon beasts. As such, Mo Fan was halfway to refining his next Servant-class Soul Essence already!
He had already improved three of his Basic Spells to the fifth-tier, but if he could strengthen all forty-nine Stars of his Nebula, it would improve his Intermediate Spell to the fourth-tier too!
The Fiery Fist: Nine Halls power was already this shocking, and if he managed to improve it further, it would surely bring him lots of success!
He had strengthened forty-two out of the forty-nine Fire Element Stars, which meant there were only seven left to strengthen. It was a fairly big project, which Mo Fan could not wait to see succeed!
The Fiery Fist: Nine Halls completely turned the tide of his fight. For someone with many offensive Spells, once he seized the initiative, he could cast his Intermediate Spells fearlessly, and the White Sand Giants stood no chance at all.
Meanwhile, around five hundred meters away from Mo Fan, the cooperation between Chen Yi and the Snow Frost Star Wolf was still not enough to escape from the White Sand Giants' surround. They seemed to be in a tough spot, and had only eliminated ten White Sand Giants so far.
Chen Yi was shocked when she saw that Mo Fan had killed all of the White Sand Giants in his area from a quick glimpse!
-How is the guy's strength so terrifying!?-
What shocked Chen Yi the most was not just the power—
it was the speed.
From where she stood, she could clearly see it. Mo Fan wasn't taking the usual time to construct his Star Patterns. Where an ordinary Intermediate Mage would require seven to eight seconds to complete such a spell under pressure, Mo Fan was finishing his in barely three.
Three seconds.
And not rushed, not unstable—perfectly formed.
It was as if his stars required no hesitation, no adjustment. Each constellation snapped into place with absolute precision, as though he had cast the same spell thousands of times in real combat.
Another surge of rose-colored flames erupted across the battlefield, instantly swallowing a fresh group of White Sand Giants before they could even complete their formation. The heat distorted the air, turning the surrounding sands into glowing embers as their massive bodies were torn apart almost effortlessly.
Chen Yi's breathing slowed, her eyes widening slightly as she watched from afar.
This wasn't just stronger.
This was overwhelming.
She had initially believed Mo Fan's strength came from having multiple elements, allowing him to overwhelm opponents through versatility. But now, it was clear that even if he only used a single element, his proficiency alone would still place him far above most Intermediate Mages.
There was no wasted movement.
No hesitation.
Even the transitions between spells were seamless. Lightning to break, fire to destroy, shadow to reposition—everything connected like a continuous flow, leaving no openings for the White Sand Giants to counter.
Another wave collapsed.
Another cluster erased.
Chen Yi couldn't help but tighten her grip slightly, a trace of disbelief surfacing in her expression.
"How… is he casting that fast…?"
She had seen talented mages before. She had even fought alongside some.
But this—
this was something else entirely.
At this rate, Mo Fan wasn't just surviving the encirclement.
He was clearing it.
And what made it even more terrifying was the fact that he didn't look strained at all. If anything, there was a faint sharpness in his movements, as if he was deliberately controlling his output rather than going all out.
A realization slowly settled in her mind.
He wasn't fighting at his limit.
He was holding back.