Full-Time Magister: My Little Furnace Refines All Things

Just one second before the Winged Wolf's breath attack came.

A black figure appeared before them. This figure, which seemed extremely small in the face of the torrent of breath, was very majestic in their eyes, as if it could blot out the sky.

"Mind Control - Qi Shield." Zhang Mo hovered in mid-air, one hand across his chest, and the silver-white stars in his hand began to arrange rapidly, connecting with star trails, forming a huge silver-white spatial qi shield in front of Zhang Mo.

The powerful breath of the demonic wolf crashed against the spatial shield like a raging wave.

With the enhancement of his mid-stage fourth-realm mental power and half of Zhang Mo's spatial magic power, this initial level three spatial defense skill is absolutely no less powerful than ordinary high-level defensive magic at this moment.

The azure torrent of Winged Wolf, powerful enough to destroy mountains and valleys, was forcibly diverted the moment it touched the level three qi shield.

The ferocious wolf's breath poured down along the arc of the air shield onto the deserted land on both sides. The ground that came into contact with it was directly eroded by the breath, turning into giant craters of lava.

Five breaths later, Zhang Mo successfully blocked the Winged Wolf's breath.

"We blocked them! We're still alive!" The man, who had been holding his wife and children and standing in front of them, wept with joy, relieved that his family was still alive.

"Thank you, Venerable Master!" Someone knelt down to express their gratitude to Zhang Mo, for he could never repay such a life-saving debt.

"You all go quickly, leave this demonic wolf to me." Hearing their chorus of thanks, Zhang Mo didn't turn around, but stared coldly at the Winged Wolf, and spoke to the people behind him.

Knowing they would only be a burden here, people quickened their pace and hurried toward Anjie. Looking at the figures confronting the Winged Wolf behind them, everyone felt the same thought.

"Master, you must win!"

Xin Xia and the others in Anjie also clasped their hands together in front of their chests to pray for Zhang Mo.

"Brother Zhang Mo, you must come back safely!"

As he sensed the people gradually disappearing into the distance, Zhang Mo breathed a sigh of relief. If they hadn't retreated in time and the Winged Wolves had attacked him again, he certainly wouldn't have had the strength to protect them.

Now that they had retreated some distance, Zhang Mo had no more worries.

Looking at the Winged Wolf still testing him, Zhang Mo sneered inwardly, "You'll see soon enough!"

Retrieving his upgraded sword-shaped magical artifact, Ink Slash, from his spatial storage, Zhang Mo charged rapidly toward the Winged Wolf.

Seeing that this human dared to attack it, the Winged Wolf felt it had been provoked. Even more powerful magical energy began to gather in its mouth, and it wanted to burn this audacious human to ashes.

Seeing this, how could Zhang Mo let Winged Wolf have his way?

"Mind Control - Disperse".

A silvery-white star trail flashed by, and the powerful spatial repulsion directly interrupted the Winged Wolf's breath. The chaotic elements exploded violently in the Winged Wolf's mouth, and gray fire dust clung to the Winged Wolf's head, making it look covered in soot.

"Roar～～～～～"

Faced with this behavior that caused little harm but was extremely insulting, the Winged Wolf roared in fury.

It unfurled its massive, sky-covering wings, and a vast amount of wind-elemental magic began to condense on them. Deep blue demonic patterns lit up, and with a gentle flap, the Winged Wolf suddenly broke free from the roof of the Silver Trade Building, where it had long resided, and soared into the sky.

It then opened its blood-red maw and swooped down towards Zhang Mo, while simultaneously unleashing a massive wind blade from its mouth.

Upon seeing the wind blade hurtling towards him, Zhang Mo instantly unleashed his powerful mental energy, sensing and determining the trajectory of the wind blade.

After learning the trajectory of the wind blades, Zhang Mo quickly dodged them with a few quick movements.

After dodging the attack, the fire-elemental star map in Zhang Mo's hand shone brightly.

"You little wolf cub, it's your grandpa Zhang Mo's turn."

Zhang Mo looked at the mid-level Fierce Fist he had prepared in his hand and unleashed it at the approaching Winged Wolf.

"Heavenly Flame - Fierce Fist - Nine Palaces"

With the 3.5x bonus from the Heavenly Flame, the power of the level 3 Fierce Fist: Nine Palaces is comparable to that of the high-level Heavenly Flame Funeral!

In the blink of an eye, a vast array of fire magic circles began to appear in the void, from which nine enormous, blazing fire pillars surged forth, forming a massive nine-palace fire array that sealed off and enveloped the Winged Wolf.

Zhang Mo hovered in mid-air, his palm clenching in the void, and the massive Nine Palaces Fire Array began to shrink rapidly.

Forced to a halt by the level three fierce punch, the Winged Wolf felt a strong threat within the flames.

Its wolf eyes began to scan the void sealed by flames, trying to find an exit, but no matter how hard it searched in the dense fire array, it was all in vain.

Finally, it gave up struggling and began to wrap itself in fleshy wings with extremely high magic resistance, forming a "flesh cocoon" to resist the fierce fist.

"boom……"

The violent, scorching power of the Nine Palaces began to explode on the "flesh cocoon," rapidly expanding and growing until it finally formed a giant ball of fire.

In Bocheng Anjie, everyone witnessed the scene of the mysterious man in battle armor fighting against the terrifying demonic wolf.

"We absolutely have to win!"

Xinxia looked worried: "Brother Zhang Mo, you must come back safely."

In the air, the flames began to disperse, revealing a charred, scarred giant "cocoon".

The "meat cocoon" began to unfold. Although there were no wounds on the Winged Wolf's body, several large holes were burned into its fleshy wings.

"roar……"

The Winged Wolf let out a painful howl, its ugly face contorted with malice and resentment.

Taking advantage of its weakness, Zhang Mo did not hesitate and charged towards the Winged Wolf with the Ink Slash in his hand.

They engaged in close-quarters combat, even though Zhang Mo's physical body and the winged wolf were both of mid-level commander caliber.

However, with the support of this battle armor and the Ink Slash, the Winged Wolf was forced into a series of defeats.

Although the Winged Wolf was gradually declining, the pride of the Demon Wolf royal family and its inherent ferocity would never allow it to bow down to lowly humans.

Its innate ferocity began to burn, and immense power surged within its massive wolf body.

It gradually reversed its initial decline.

The sky, city walls, and the earth were all their battlefields.

The thick clouds in the sky were pierced, buildings collapsed, and the earth cracked.

The once bustling city of Bo has now been transformed into a scene resembling the end of the world.

Whether it was the people in Anjie or those hiding in some corner of the city, their eyes widened in shock at the terrifying scene that was beyond their comprehension.

In mid-air, the battle between Zhang Mo and the Winged Wolf was in full swing.

Zhang Mo felt the unfamiliar power he once possessed become more fluid, and the scales of victory began to tip in his favor.

Gradually, the Winged Wolf's attacks became hesitant and timid. Zhang Mo could tell that it was considering retreating, but how could Zhang Mo let it escape?

So Zhang Mo deliberately exposed a weakness, letting the huge wolf claws strike him.

Zhang Mo did not resist and was sent flying hundreds of meters, crashing into a 100-meter-tall building.

Zhang Mo then flew out, bleeding profusely. Seeing that he had succeeded in his attack, the Winged Wolf's intention to retreat faded, and he began to fight Zhang Mo again.

An hour later, both Yi Canglang and Zhang Mo were covered in wounds.

However, Zhang Mo laughed.

"Damn beasts, the fight should end now!"

"Little furnace, pour your qi and blood into me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pure essence and blood stored in the small furnace began to flow into Zhang Mo's body.

Zhang Mo's injuries began to heal at a visible speed, and his previously depleted power began to surge back up.

As Zhang Mo joined the battle at full strength, the wounds on the Winged Wolf began to widen continuously, and bright red, scalding wolf blood splattered across the sky and landed in various parts of Bo City.

The Winged Wolf was already seriously injured and wanted to leave, but Zhang Mo kept pestering it.

Finally, it became afraid. It was afraid of dying here. It looked up to the sky and howled. It wanted to use its last strength to leave!

The wolf spirit, the ruler of the spiritual world, began to burn; this was its last chance to escape.

Using the surge of power, it broke free from Zhang Mo's restraints and flew into the sky.

However, Zhang Mo did not chase after him.

In the spiritual realm, "Little Furnace used his essence to enhance 49 fire-type stars for me."

Just when Winged Wolf thought he had escaped to heaven, Death's murmur came.

"Heaven-Refining Flame - Fierce Fist..."

"Nine Dragons!!"

Zhang Mo unleashed a level four fierce punch.

Nine enormous fiery dragons coiled and tumbled, their intense light turning the sky blood red and even scorching the void with spiderweb-like cracks.

Not long after, the Nine Flood Dragons, which had arrived first, caught up with the heavily injured and fleeing Winged Wolf. Under the Nine Flood Dragons' Fierce Fist, which was comparable to the peak of the high-level, there was no surprise. This wolf king, who had been entrenched near Bo City, was directly struck by the Nine Flood Dragons and was eventually swallowed up in the endless sea of ​​fire!

The Winged Wolf has fallen!