Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Time slipped through our fingers quickly, and night soon fell.

The temperature difference between day and night in the Gobi Desert is extreme. As the last trace of warmth fades from this yellowish-white land, the cold creeps in silently.

The group had already set up three tents: one for the boys, one for the girls, and the third one... naturally, was for Mo Xie to stay with Ye Xinxia and Ding Yumin.

Of course, this wasn't Mo Xie's request, but rather the two women's, who claimed they wanted to get used to the feeling of sleeping together under the same quilt.

When Zhao Manyan saw this scene, he almost burst into tears. Although he changed girlfriends very quickly, each one was a pure love affair. He would never dare to have two girlfriends at the same time as Mo Xie.

In fact, Mo Xie was kicked out by the two girls as soon as he went in. Ye Xinxia said that she wanted to ask Ding Yumin about mind magic and chat about some private topics between girls. The latter readily agreed.

"Sister Yumian, did you... sleep with Brother Moxie?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Um, so... how does it feel when you do this kind of thing?"

"Well, let me tell you the whole process so you'll be mentally prepared next time. Let me tell you, Xiao Xie is incredibly skilled..."

Listening to the conversation between the two women inside the tent, Mo Xie's eyes twitched, and he shook his head helplessly.

Sitting by the campfire, he and Mo Fan kept watch for the first half of the night, chatting idly while watching the burning flames.

"Hey, brother, look over there, aren't there a lot of people running towards the Sand River?"

Suddenly, Mo Fan pointed in a direction, though it wasn't very clear, but you could vaguely make out that there should be a few people there.

"Yeah, and we even know each other; they're the guys from lunchtime."

Unlike Mo Fan, Mo Xie saw everything clearly. However, upon seeing the other party's predicament, he frowned, then smiled and shook his head.

"However, their situation is not good. There are seven Sand Howling Tigers behind them, and with the night and sandstorms, visibility is extremely low. These guys are probably in for a bad time."

The commotion in the distance immediately woke the others up from their tents, and they all looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Whether it was fate or just good luck, the sandstorm stopped at that moment, and with the help of the moonlight, everyone could see the hunters' movements.

"Holy crap, are they planning to run into the Sand River?"

After Zhao Manyan exclaimed in surprise, the group of people ran into the sandy river one after another.

After the group of hunter mages entered the Sand River, the seven Sand Howling Tigers chasing behind them suddenly braked and stopped by the riverbank, glaring at the despicable humans with gritted teeth.

"Sigh, they're gone."

Seeing where those hunter mages were standing, Zhang Xiaohou sighed with regret for them.

The next moment, they suddenly floated into the air from the white sand and, to everyone's astonishment, transformed into guards three meters tall. The white sand turned into blades in their hands, and they decisively slashed down at Blackbeard and the others.

Soon, a mournful sound came from inside, which frightened the Sand Tigers who were watching from the other side of the river. They all fled the place, fearing that they would also be hacked to death.

There is more than one White Sand Demon Soldier; once the first one appears, it's only a matter of time before the rest appear.

As the blood splattered on the white sand, one by one, the white sand demon soldiers with bloodshot eyes emerged from below, forming perfect horizontal formations that completely surrounded the blackbeard mages, leaving them no chance to escape.

Of course, if there are shadow-type characters, they could still escape from inside, but judging from their appearance, they obviously can't.

In an instant, as the blades in the hands of the White Sand Demon Soldiers fell in unison, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, staining the area red and standing out conspicuously against the white sand.

Aside from Mo Xie and Leng Lingling frowning, and Ding Yumin, Ye Xinxia, ​​and Zhao Chenying feeling disgusted, the rest of the group stared wide-eyed.

They knew the White Sand Demon Soldiers were powerful, but after this scene unfolded, they realized just how outrageous their strength truly was.

"Moye, shall we go back?"

Zhao Manyan swallowed hard, and was the first to back out, advising, "Let's just treat this trip to Dunhuang as a vacation. These White Sand Demon Soldiers are too terrifying; they leave no way out for anyone."

"Then...we have Xinxia's mind-based magic, so...we should be fine, right?"

Even the daring Zhang Xiaohou was momentarily uncertain after witnessing this scene.

Zhao Chenying composed herself, looked at Ye Xinxia with a serious expression, and asked.

"Are you sure your mind-based magic can appease these demon soldiers?"

If anything goes wrong, they could all lose their lives.

Ye Xinxia thought for a moment and responded seriously.

“I probably can’t calm down that area, because they’ve become aggressive since someone broke in. But if we choose another route, I’m confident they won’t be able to attack us.”

"Don't worry, we have two guarantees. Yu Mian is a high-level mind mage, so crossing the Sand River shouldn't be a problem."

Hearing Mo Xie say this, everyone turned their gaze to Ding Yumin. Seeing her confident smile, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Still shaken, everyone returned to their tents and didn't sleep well all night.

After all, the terrifying Sand River was less than twenty meters away. Who knew if those terrifying white sand demon soldiers would climb ashore and attack the people on the shore?

Mo Xie, on the other hand, managed to sleep inside the tent and once again experienced the wonderful feeling of sleeping together under the same quilt.

With this unease, everyone stayed up until dawn, when the red sun in the east, with its bright red glow, shone on the Shawang River.

The blood of those people from last night had already dried, but under the bright red sun, it was still so clear, reminding them that this giant river of white mud and sand was definitely not as calm as it looked; it was a place where nine out of ten people had to die!
Beside the Sha Wang River, Zhao Manyan looked at the crowd who didn't dare to take a step forward, coughed lightly, and then spoke.

"Gentlemen, shouldn't we send someone up to lead the charge?"

"I also think this is a good idea. This way, everyone has a clear understanding of what's going on. The question is, who should step down?"

Mo Fan nodded in agreement, then looked at Zhao Manyan with ill intent.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohou wisely refrained from showing off and handed over this heroic task to Zhao Manyan.

Zhao Manyan really wanted to slap himself. Why did he have to be so talkative?

However, he still held onto a sliver of hope and said to Zhang Xiaohou with a grin.

"You're a military mage, incredibly brave, and you have two movement skills, so you can run away quickly if anything happens. I'll leave it to you."

Zhang Xiaohou hurriedly waved his hand and said to Zhao Manyan with a serious expression.

“I heard from Brother Xie that your defense is comparable to that of a thousand-year-old tortoise. I think that even if those white sand demon soldiers appear, with your heavy protection, you shouldn’t be able to hold out until we come to rescue you.”

Seeing the two of them pushing each other back and forth, Mo Xie shook his head helplessly and said irritably.

"Alright, when are you two going to decide? I'll just do it."

He looked at Ye Xinxia and Ding Yumin and asked.

"Who among you will release [Spirit Ripple - Soothing]?"

The two women exchanged a glance, and then Ye Xinxia spoke earnestly.

"Brother Moye, let me do it."

"Okay, keep it up." (End of Chapter)