Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 337 Holy City and Temple, Brothers and Sisters Reunite in a Foreign Land
The void barrier constructed by Bervis with his supreme power is so magnificent that it is enough to leave mortals in awe.

With the Ural Mountains as its spine, it extends southward from the Arctic Ocean coast, its invisible barrier coldly cutting through the deep center of the Caspian Sea, dividing this vast saltwater lake in two, and then continuing onward.

It also cuts through the northern border of the Iranian plateau.

The people of the Holy City trudged southward with great difficulty.

They traversed shattered battlefields and desolate plains, finally setting foot on the vast and scorching Arabian Peninsula.

The heat in the air began to become thick and scorching. What was unsettling was that the enormous sun disk in the sky, radiating endless brilliance and oppressive power, became clearer and closer as they moved south.

It is like a golden deity high above the heavens, coldly gazing down upon the earth.

It bears a striking resemblance to the Void Rift in Europe.

Moreover, they vaguely sensed that this power was even more vast than the void.

However, the only saving grace was that the Holy City's team did not suffer any further losses during this journey.

They perfectly dealt with any Void Burrowing Beasts or other Void Creatures that blocked their path.

There were several injured, but none of them were in life-threatening condition.

All the scattered teams, following their initial agreement, successfully reunited in this unfamiliar land through perseverance and luck.

This rare sense of wholeness brought them a small measure of comfort during their exile.

After regrouping, they continued to venture deeper into the Arabian Peninsula.

In this land, scorching yellow sand and jagged rocks are the main features.

However, in this seemingly endless desolation, a sudden commotion caught their attention.

From behind the sand dunes not far ahead, came the explosive sounds of colliding energy and the unique roars of demons.

"There's something going on ahead!" a scout mage quickly reported. "It's not a large-scale skirmish, it looks like an skirmish."

Michael raised his hand, signaling the entire group to stop immediately and conceal their presence.

"Everyone stay alert. Do not move without my order." He gave the order in a deep voice, then his wings of light fluttered slightly, and he silently took off, stealthily heading towards the location of the battle to scout out the situation first.

He carefully hid behind a weathered giant rock and looked down.

The scene before him stunned him.

The group of demons from the local snake tribe below was not the local forces he had expected, but a group of figures he knew very well who should be thousands of miles away at this moment—the mages of the Parthenon!
The temple's matriarch, sages, and mages looked rather disheveled as they were besieged by a tribal force mainly composed of Medusas, manticores, and sand scale warriors.

However, to Michael's astonishment, the strongest being in the opposing demon camp was only a monarch-level Medusa.

Given the strength of Parthenon and his men, even in poor condition, they could easily kill this monarch and wipe out the entire tribe in a matter of course.

But in reality, the Parthenon team seemed to be putting on a performance that was too restrictive and awkward.

Every mage was casting spells, but that was far from their full power.

There weren't even any super-level magics, just some high-level magics whose power was deliberately suppressed and whose effects were flashy but impractical.

Four of the temple's golden knights were besieging the Medusa monarch.

The battle reached a strange stalemate.

Michael even spotted the Lady of the Palace, Pamis, being protected by several knights in the center. Her face was pale, her lips tightly pressed together, and her eyes were filled with a kind of restraint and anxiety, yet she showed no intention of ordering a full-scale counterattack. "What's wrong with Parthenon and the others?" A huge question arose in Michael's mind.

"What are they afraid of? Or has something happened that I don't know about?"

"Their power wasn't restricted either."

Despite his doubts, Michael felt a surge of joy at meeting an old friend in a foreign land when he saw him.

He thought to himself, "So Parthenon was also forced to the African region by the Void creatures."

The relationship between the temple and the holy city is very complex, but their encounter at this time is still a great joy for them.

Moreover, his team has many wounded and lacks healing mages.

If they could get help from the mages in Parthenon who were skilled in healing magic, the situation would improve greatly.

With this in mind, Michael hesitated almost without hesitation.

As fellow human forces and fellow sufferers, seeing Parthenon and his people surrounded by demons, the past grudges in his heart were long suppressed by a feeling of shared hatred.

He flashed out from behind the giant rock, charging down into the battle from his elevated position.

At the same time, he had already gathered a holy light in his hand, intending to use lightning speed to help Parthenon get rid of the annoying demons in front of him, especially the hissing monarch-level Medusa.

This can be seen as an olive branch extended to an "old friend" in this unfamiliar and dangerous land.

However, just as his figure appeared and the holy light in his hand began to shine—

Amidst the seemingly chaotic battle below, an elder mage of Parthenon immediately sensed this sudden energy fluctuation!

The old man suddenly raised his head, his gaze like lightning, and instantly locked onto Michael in mid-air!
However, instead of showing any joy at being rescued, his old face seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He disregarded the serpent demon brandishing its venomous claws before him, and completely abandoned his former dignified demeanor as an elder, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"No! Stop! Don't use super-level magic!!!"

This desperate shout suddenly entangled Michael's arm, which was about to launch an attack.

Michael's charging figure suddenly froze, stopping abruptly in mid-air.

The holy radiance that had already condensed and was poised to be unleashed in his hand fluctuated slightly due to the sudden, stern rebuke, and then quickly dimmed and dissipated.

He hovered in the air, his golden eyes filled with astonishment and confusion as he stared blankly at the out-of-control old man below, completely unable to comprehend the man's extremely abnormal behavior.

Moreover, judging from the other party's cultivation level, they should be a forbidden spell mage.

What on earth is Parthenon up to?

Michael felt a surge of displeasure and embarrassment after being met with a cold shoulder.

He snorted coldly. Since the other party didn't appreciate it, he was happy to just stand by and watch.

He wanted to see why Parthenon was so humiliated as to "play" with a group of low-ranking demons.

He concealed his presence and watched the increasingly bizarre battle below, his doubts growing ever stronger.

(End of this chapter)