Mo Fan's Predicament

Chapter 69 Mo Fan's Predicament

In the image reflected in the bronze mirror, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Su Xiaoluo fell silent, clearly struggling with what to do.

It has to be said that the problems encountered by Mo Fan and others have even silenced the higher-ups outside the bronze mirror.

"What's there to consider? Splitting up will maximize the chances of success!" The Hunter Alliance's high-level mage broke the silence.

"You make it sound so easy. They've already made a huge decision by jumping into the Abyss of Evil. Now, they have to choose between dying or dying with those around them..." Du Xiao, being more humane, couldn't help but speak up.

"But don't they think about what they're carrying on their shoulders!" the Super-Rank Hunter roared.

"That's because you're incompetent. If you could have wiped out the Eight Directions King, why would you need Mo Fan, who's barely at the high level, and the three from Weiju Village to prolong the life of this city!" Gojo Satoru looked at the super-ranked hunter with an icy expression.

If there were a few more strong individuals like Lu Huan present, how could things have fallen to this state?

At this moment, all the high-level mages present were speechless.

"Mo Fan came to the ancient capital for Zhang Xiaohou. I heard he should have been competing for nomination votes..."

"Su Xiaoluo is just an ordinary person."

"If it were me, I would have had a mental breakdown..."

"Yes, this burden is too heavy, it's suffocating."

……

Before long, Mo Fan in the bronze mirror made up his mind: if they were to die together, they would die together; if they were to live, they would live together. They would walk across the same bridge.

The expressions of the group of super-level beings became increasingly awkward.

They didn't want Mo Fan and the others to minimize the probability of getting the multiple-choice question, but they didn't say much. The only thing they were glad about was that Fang Gu wasn't with Mo Fan.

One-fifth is not a slim chance; all we can do is pray for God's blessing upon the ancient capital.

……

"What did you say? The silver vortex swept away a group of undead?" the gray-haired man asked, his face full of confusion.

"How could a silver vortex suddenly appear?" Everyone was even more confused.

Outside the golden barrier, there is either torrential rain or a sea of ​​the dead. What is this silver vortex?

"It should be spatial turbulence, a strange spacetime portal that can sweep life into it and then throw it to a special location," Gojo Satoru said after closing his eyes and sensing it for a while.

Upon hearing this, everyone went up to the clock tower and passed through the inner city's barrier.

A silver vortex could be seen swirling outside the pitch-black exterior, precisely between the North City and the Abyss of Fiends…

The silver vortex continuously sucked in the undead, and those who were sucked in quickly disappeared without a trace.

After the abruptly appearing silver vortex disappeared, a large open space appeared.

"Where did those spirits go?"

"I can't sense it."

The silver vortex appeared briefly, but it still managed to pull in at least a thousand or two undead.

Suddenly, a silver vortex appeared in the image reflected in the bronze mirror.

"Look what that is??"

"Silver...silver vortex??"

The silver vortex that had previously appeared outside the city had reappeared in the world of Sha Yuan. Even more astonishingly, the undead that had been swept away earlier had landed in the space where Mo Fan and the others were.

"What... what's going on??" Everyone was stunned.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid they've stepped onto the Bridge of Death, this is the Gate of Death!" Xie Sang stated the fact.

If it were a gate of life, it would most likely appear at the altar. The fact that Mo Fan and the others fell into such an isolated space indicates that they took the wrong bridge!

"Does this mean they're going to be trapped there and die?" the demon man asked.

"An independent space must have an entrance and an exit; otherwise, it's a dead space, impossible to enter. This space isn't large, and the exit is easy to find; it's just that there are only one or two thousand undead," Han Ji sighed.

"If that's all there is to it, Mo Fan can handle it," Gojo Satoru said, arms crossed.

"If it's more than a thousand undead, they should be able to handle it with their strength," the demon man said at this moment.

"I also think that Mo Fan's strength is far beyond that of an ordinary mid-level mage," Zuo Feng added.

"How could a mid-level mage possibly handle more than a thousand undead? Do you think I'm stupid?!" Some people had completely given up hope.

The expressions of the gray-haired man and Han Ji were also extremely solemn.

"Village Chief Xie, does that mean the Death Gate Bridge isn't such a big deal? If there's a high-level mage among them, they probably can handle these thousand-plus undead, right?" Lingxi asked.

"A foolish question. From my observation, that space contains the rules of chaotic magic. If I were to go in, I would most likely be facing the corpse of the mountain or other Eight Directions of the Dead!" Gojo Satoru said calmly.

Only Chaos Magic can create a situation where the stronger the enemy becomes, just like in Sha Yuan.

"More than a thousand dead souls, I hope they can make it through," Han Ji said with emotion.

"In my opinion, these thousand-plus spirits are just the beginning..."

"They may not be strong, but the Gate of Death is still the Gate of Death; there's no possibility of them surviving," Xie Sang added.

When Xie Sang said those words, everyone fell silent, and even Gojo Satoru felt powerless.

He had experienced the terror of the Abyss of Fiends; it was something that even a super-level mage could not contend with.

The rain continued to pour down, and the people in the clock tower had just been immersed in the sorrow of the gates of death.

Soon after, more chilling news arrived.

"The military's second team lost half its members, only one-third of the hunter team returned, and the Imperial Guard Mage Corps lost one-third of its members," a Imperial Guard Mage reported.

"Sigh, so many people have died, and it's still a dead end." Upon hearing this report, Lingxi shook her head.

"If I had known, I should have preserved our fighting strength. Maybe we could have held out until reinforcements arrived," Chu Jia said with hindsight.

"Come on, you bunch of weaklings, which one of you could possibly deal with the Eight Directions of the Dead King?" Gojo Satoru bluntly exposed the man's excuse.

"Kid, don't think you're so great just because you killed the Lord of the Underworld with the help of the Abyss of Fiends. Everyone here is more qualified than you!" Chu Jia said unhappily.

"I don't care about your qualifications, I'm in a bad mood, and you don't want to be either!" Gojo Satoru was completely unreasonable.

Seeing that Gojo was about to make a move, Chu Jia immediately shut up and said no more.

Meanwhile, in the bronze mirror, Mo Fan began to wreak havoc, unleashing astonishingly powerful killing magic. Although only at the mid-level, it was more than enough to deal with the undead horde, whose highest rank was only War General.

"This Mo Fan... is actually this strong!" the gray-haired man said with some surprise.

Looking down from the angle of the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror, one could see a couple hundred corpses scattered around Mo Fan.

The corpses also included two warrior-level undead. It's definitely not something an ordinary mid-level mage could do to clear out so many troublesome creatures by one person.

"He hasn't used his full strength yet," Gojo Satoru said calmly.

With Little Flame Princess and the four elemental magic, as long as no commander-level undead appears, a thousand or two undead are simply not enough to fight.

"Speaking of which, didn't you guys notice anything?" Lingxi spoke up at this moment.

"What should I be careful about?" Lu Xu asked.

"He has... he seems to have four departments!" Lingxi said in surprise.

"That's really true."

Everyone has heard about the innate dual-elemental talent, but subconsciously they all think that even at the intermediate level, there are only three elements. No one expected that Mo Fan has a full four elements!

"So, he will awaken two elements with each advancement in rank?? It seems he just broke through to the high rank, so doesn't that mean he has..." Lu Xu was also stunned by this scene.

"That's right. Mo Fan's talent is to awaken two elements at each level. He has almost mastered all four elements, so dealing with only one or two thousand undead is not a problem." Gojo Satoru confirmed everyone's suspicions.

(End of this chapter)