Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Time flies, and a year has passed since Aquaman's skull was killed.

That year, the coastal areas of China were unusually calm.

The once rampaging sirens seemed to have vanished without a trace, and the few small-scale attacks they launched occasionally didn't even involve a decent monarch-level creature.

This calm and tranquility was somewhat unsettling for the mages who were used to fighting.

Ye Chang also tracked down and captured Jiuying, who was hiding in the palace mage group, and sent him to the Holy City.

Hua Zhanhong even managed to eliminate the Dragon King Ant Queen, who had suffered heavy losses in Qinhuangdao, without sustaining any damage.

As for Wang Feng, he was utterly bored.

Besides teasing the three sacred beasts every day—brushing the white tiger's fur, basking in the sun with the vermilion bird, and polishing the black tortoise's shell—I can only find some amusement to pass the time.

The white dog of the Nan Rong family, Nan Rong Ni, and the black cat of the Mu family, Mu Tingying, became frequent visitors, and he would summon them from time to time to relieve his boredom.

Saint Azharia and Ye Xinxia in Parthenon, the genius girl Heidi in the Alps, the Duke of Irene in England, and O'Luna in America—all were arranged by him clearly and equally.

"Sigh, should we call Alice over too?" Wang Feng lay on the rocking chair, gazing absently at the drifting clouds outside the window.

"Ugh, you dare!" Apas, who was enjoying a snack, protested indistinctly with her cheeks puffed out and cream still stuck to the corners of her mouth.

"Just kidding, why are you so concerned? Just eat." Wang Feng patted Apas's head and said.

(If I really wanted to go find Alice, would I let a little girl like you know?)
Wang Feng thought to himself, "What do you mean?"

The long-dormant emergency contact phone suddenly rang.

Wang Feng suddenly sprang up from the recliner, startling Apas, who gagged a few times.

"Cough! What are you doing! Ugh~"

Wang Feng stared at the message on the communicator, a dangerous smile playing on his lips: "Heh, these sea monsters are quite patient. After losing four emperors, I thought they'd learned their lesson."

He gently stroked the hilt of the Tai'a sword with his fingertips, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Since you dare to launch a general offensive, then... stay at the bottom of the sea forever."

……

Above Shanghai.

The once clear blue sky was suddenly torn apart with dozens of jagged cracks, as if the sky had been forcibly ripped apart by some terrifying force.

Towering seawater poured down from these spatial rifts, forming giant water columns with diameters exceeding one hundred meters, resembling terrifying waterfalls connecting heaven and earth.

Each jet of water carried countless sirens, their twisted bodies appearing and disappearing in the turbulent current.

The monarch-level octopus demon waved its sucker-covered tentacles, the warrior-level sawtooth shark opened its blood-red maw, and countless other unnamed deep-sea monsters emitted piercing hisses.

These terrifying creatures descended from the sky along the water flow, instantly invading every street and every building in Shanghai.

"Waaaaaah—!!!!"

The belated alarm finally sounded, but its mournful wail carried a deep sense of despair.

A few seconds later, the warning beam barely managed to rise into the air, but when the light exploded in the clouds, it cast down a chilling black curtain of light!

Black Alert!

The crowd on the street stood frozen in place, looking up at this unprecedented disaster signal.

Orange, which once represented danger; blood, which symbolized death; and purple, which foreshadowed catastrophe, all appeared so pale and laughable in the face of this pure darkness.

"No, impossible." A high-ranking mage dropped the Book of Constellations. "How could there be a Black Alert?"

"There must be a mistake." The young mid-level mage gripped the badge on his chest tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The entire city of Shanghai fell into a deathly silence.

Even the sirens that descended from the sky temporarily ceased their roars, as if appreciating humanity's final despair.

In this eerie silence, only the roar of the sea washing over the buildings echoed through the city.

The sky over Shanghai was completely shrouded in black alert.

The crowd on the street stood frozen in shock, their pupils reflecting the black curtain of light that was devouring hope.

All emergency plans were based on a purple alert level, but now they're all worthless. This isn't a warning; it's a declaration of defeat.

The expensively built dikes, the meticulously designed shelters, and the elite troops mobilized from all over the country—all became pathetic decorations in the face of the black alert.

"Why...is it black?"

Someone murmured.

Even a false purple alert can inspire fighting spirit, but this pure blackness instantly shattered everyone's psychological defenses.

escape?
Where else can they escape to?

Once Shanghai, a crucial base city, falls, the surrounding areas simply cannot support the survival needs of the survivors.

Food, clean water, medical care—all lifelines will be severed.

Under the dark, warning light, the siren's roar grew ever closer.

The entire city fell into an eerie silence, with only the sound of seawater lapping against buildings echoing through the streets.

Just as despair enveloped the entire city, a dazzling golden spatial rift suddenly appeared in the sky above Shanghai.

A young man dressed in flashy beach shorts and a loose T-shirt strolled out lazily.

"That's it!" a gasp erupted from the crowd.

Several mages who had watched the live stream a year ago suddenly widened their eyes: "It's that sir who slew the Sea King Skeleton a year ago!"

Wang Feng indifferently surveyed the shattered sky, and lightly raised his right hand: "Time Stands Still!"

The Eye of Time in his palm suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue light.

In an instant——

The raging torrent of seawater froze in mid-air, and tens of thousands of sea monsters remained in their ferocious attack postures, all frozen in this time-stopped realm.

"The Holy Kingdom!"

Wang Feng clasped his hands together, and pure white holy power shone like the rising sun.

The dark clouds were pierced by streaks of golden light, and the phantom of a majestic holy city appeared on the horizon, with sacred hymns resounding through the sky.

Those towering water columns began to shrink at a visible speed, as if being gripped by an invisible hand.

In the blink of an eye, all the seawater, along with the siren within it, vanished completely as if erased by an eraser.

An eerie silence fell over the entire city. If it weren't for the mess scattered everywhere, the catastrophic disaster that had just occurred would seem as if it had never happened.

"Gentlemen, do not be afraid, victory will be ours!"

Wang Feng's soothing voice resonated throughout every corner of Shanghai.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Feng's figure disappeared into the spatial rift once again.

……

Wang Feng's figure flashed, and he had already appeared on the front line of the Pudong war zone.

This is Shanghai's last line of defense, and also its most brutal battlefield.

In the distance, at the horizon where the sea meets the sky, a white line is rapidly approaching.

Those were no ordinary waves, but towering giant waves thousands of meters high, like a moving mountain range, pressing down and blotting out the sky.

At the crest of the giant wave, a demonic face formed from seawater slowly emerged.

Although the outline was blurred, those cold eyes were as piercing as searchlights, mercilessly scanning the besieged city.

"Big Eyes Leng, I've been waiting for you."

Wang Feng, with his hands in his beach shorts pockets, smirked coldly. "After hiding for so long, you've finally decided to show yourself?"

"Then let's have a decisive battle at the top of Shanghai!" (End of Chapter)