Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 277: Skyfire: Unsheathed!

Mo Fan and his group dragged their soaking wet bodies back to the shore. Zhao Manyan and Zhang Xiaohou were deathly pale, looking like two drowned rats.

As soon as Zhao Manyan saw Wang Feng, he rushed over and hugged his leg, wailing with snot and tears streaming down his face: "Captain! If you hadn't sent people to rescue us, Monkey and I would be having a party inside the monster's belly right now!"

Wang Feng disdainfully pushed him away with his toe: "Alright, alright, isn't he perfectly fine? Why are you crying like you've been violated by a siren?"

Zhao Manyan's crying stopped abruptly. He immediately got up, brushed the sand off his pants, and his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Everyone, get back somewhere," Wang Feng said, turning to face the sea and cracking his knuckles. "You'd better retreat to the center of Qinhuangdao. I'm going to start clearing the area."

The group exchanged bewildered glances, but remembering the power that Jiuyou had just displayed, they wisely began to retreat.

Mo Fan pulled Zhang Xiaohou, who was still in a daze, and Hua Yuezhu dragged Zhao Manyan, who kept looking back, and they quickly retreated to a safe distance.

Wang Feng stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the sea breeze.

His eyes shone with a deep blue light, as if a galaxy flowed within them.

In an instant, the world changed color—the once clear sky was suddenly swallowed up by rolling dark clouds, and thick thunderbolts roamed in the clouds, making a deafening roar.

"rise."

With a soft shout from Wang Feng, the seawater in the entire area seemed to be seized by an invisible giant hand, and slowly rose into the air in a manner that defied common sense.

The waves froze in mid-air, forming a spectacular water curtain that shimmered with an eerie blue light under the illumination of the lightning.

Tens of thousands of sea monsters lay exposed on the dried-up seabed, writhing in panic.

Wang Feng's Eye of Time burst forth with dazzling light, completely freezing this "ocean in the sky".

At the same time, a bewitching crimson flame condensed between his hands, twisting and deforming until it transformed into a giant flaming sword a hundred meters long.

The flames leaping from the sword scorched and distorted the surrounding air.

"Heavenly Fire: Unsheathed!"

With that shout, Wang Feng, sword in both hands, slashed down fiercely at the seabed below.

The flaming giant sword, carrying a world-destroying power, crashed down. Wherever the sword passed, space shattered layer by layer like fragile glass, revealing pitch-black void rifts.

The crimson sword light cleaved a terrifying trench, a thousand meters deep and stretching for dozens of miles, into the seabed. Scalding mantle magma erupted like an angry dragon, and the crimson lava waves instantly swallowed the remains of tens of thousands of sea monsters.

boom--

Amidst the deafening explosion, the entire sea area trembled violently.

Those sirens who were lucky enough to escape being directly hit by the sword were also reduced to ashes by the combined attack of magma and shockwave.

Wang Feng hovered in the void, unleashing a boundless spiritual power that swept across every inch of the sea—from shallow coral reefs to deep-sea trenches—confirming that there was no living creature left.

"receive."

With a light tap of his fingertip, the vast seawater, frozen in mid-air, crashed down.

Billions of tons of seawater collided with boiling magma, unleashing a deafening roar.

The entire sea area was instantly enveloped in billowing steam, and white mist rose into the sky, resembling a giant mushroom cloud.

The scalding seawater surged into giant waves hundreds of meters high, but was blocked by an invisible barrier the instant it touched the coastline.

"It's done, call it quits!"

Wang Feng landed lightly back on the ground, clapped his hands, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

Behind him, the boiling sea gradually calmed down, and the rising white mist took on a dreamlike golden-red hue under the setting sun.

Mo Fan and the others stood frozen in place, their jaws practically dropping to the floor. Zhao Manyan mechanically rubbed his eyes, stammering, "This...this is magic? Not divine arts? Don't try to fool me, I'm not that naive."

"Old Wang," Mo Fan clutched his wildly beating heart, his voice trembling, "tell me the truth, what is your cultivation level now?"

Wang Feng grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth: "God of Laws Realm!"

"What law?" the crowd asked in unison, exchanging bewildered glances.

The name of this unheard-of realm caused their already chaotic minds to crash even further.

Zhang Xiaohou timidly raised his hand: "Um, Brother Wang, did you create this realm yourself?"

Wang Feng shrugged casually: "I guess so. You could say it's a new realm beyond forbidden spells."

"hiss--"

A collective gasp filled the air, and the temperature seemed to rise several degrees.

Suddenly, everyone's cell phones rang with urgent alarms at the same time.

When they opened the screen, a deluge of disaster news instantly overwhelmed their vision—the eastern coast was being ravaged by sirens.

In those shocking photos and videos, ferocious sirens were ravaging the city, and the tragic scene instantly brought tears to Zhang Xiaohou's eyes.

“I thought we could save everyone like the protagonists in the movies,” Zhang Xiaohou said, his voice choked with emotion, his fists clenched until they turned white.

They risked their lives to stop the sea monster's plot in the Bohai Sea, but they never expected that other places would still suffer.

A heavy sense of powerlessness enveloped everyone, and even Mo Fan fell silent, a rare occurrence for him.

"Don't be too pessimistic," Wang Feng patted Zhang Xiaohou on the shoulder. "I've already prepared a backup plan. The situation isn't as bad as the rumors online suggest."

As if to confirm his words, the latest battle report suddenly popped up on his phone.

In the scene, groups of Asuka City mages riding featherless birds are rushing to the aid of various war zones.

Especially the stunningly beautiful woman leading the group, clad in golden armor, who could slay monarch-level sea monsters with a mere wave of her hand, making her invincible.

"That's Mu Ningxue?! And Ding Yumin?!" Mo Fan's eyes widened, and he almost dropped his phone.

As they watched the victory reports on the screen, the gloom in everyone's hearts gradually dissipated.

Zhao Manyan exaggeratedly wiped away non-existent tears: "Waaah, we were both students at the National Academy, but Goddess Mu can already kill a monarch in an instant, while I'm still stuck at the threshold of the Super-Rank! Heaven is so unfair!"

Zhang Xiaohou stared at the dazzling golden armor on the screen, scratched his head, and said, "Sister-in-law is amazing, but why does that armor look a little familiar?"

“Of course,” Wang Feng said with a slight smile. “That is the Soul of Hera, one of the Twelve Souls of Parthenon.”

"Twelve Sacred Souls?!" Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan exclaimed in unison, their eyes instantly shining like searchlights as they moved closer to Wang Feng, one on each side.

"Old Wang~" Mo Fan rubbed his hands together, revealing a fawning smile, "Um... what do you think?"

"No way." Wang Feng interrupted decisively, raising his hand. "Don't even think about it. There won't be a single one left."

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan immediately deflated like punctured balloons, pouting and muttering, "Stingy."

"Brother Wang, what do we do next? Should we go and support the front lines?" Zhang Xiaohou asked, clenching his fist.

Wang Feng pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over everyone: "Although I wanted to say conserve energy and build up strength..."

He paused, looked at their expectant eyes, and chuckled, "But judging from your expressions, you can't stay idle. Go and support Shanghai."

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

(End of this chapter)