As soon as Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief after the Fire Burst, a massive figure suddenly darted out.
Those two One Eyed Magic Wolves were not both dead.
No, to be precise, one died, but one was still alive. Mo Fan’s nerves snapped tight in an instant.
The moment the wolf’s sharp cws lunged for his head, Mo Fan rolled hard to the side.
“Pfft!”
Even though he moved fast, the edge still grazed his arm.
Pain fred, sharp and clean, and it forced his mind to calm down.
“Lightning Seal, Wild Whip!”
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!
Lightning snapped across the ground and wrapped the One Eyed Magic Wolf. Its muscles locked and its body froze mid motion.
But even while paralyzed, it still tried to move. It dragged itself rigidly, as if it was determined to bite him even if it had to crawl.
“Awooooo!”
The howl tore through the jungle.
Then other howls answered it, deeper and farther, spreading in a circle.
Only then did Mo Fan realize what he had stepped into.
A nest.
At that moment, he stopped thinking about killing.
He turned and ran.
As things stood, he could not face so many One Eyed Magic Wolves alone. And as only an Initial Mage, his magic energy was simply not enough to sustain a drawn out fight.
He sprinted through the trees, faster than any track champion could manage, driven by pure survival.
But the sounds behind him kept getting closer. Branches snapped. Cws scraped rock. The pack was converging.
Then, in his frantic escape, he saw it.
A narrow cave mouth hidden behind brush and stone.
Mo Fan did not hesitate.
He dove inside.
The cave was not rge, the kind of tight entrance a One Eyed Magic Wolf could not force through easily. And it stretched deeper than it looked from the outside. Mo Fan rushed inward, and by the time he reached the deepest part, he had to crouch just to keep moving.
Then the passage stopped.
No path ahead.
His arm throbbed. Crouching for so long made his head swim. He leaned against the wall and slid down into a sitting position.
“Bang bang bang!”
“Bang bang bang!”
The cave mouth shook as the wolves smmed into it from outside.
No retreat behind him. A wall in front of him. Violence at the entrance.
And yet, Mo Fan’s mind became strangely calm.
Because panic did nothing now.
He tore a strip of cloth from his clothes and bound the bleeding wound tight. It was rough, but it slowed the flow.
Then he felt it.
The Little Loach Pendant trembled.
That trembling meant one thing.
The spirits it had absorbed were reacting.
The Little Loach was pushing toward another change, and that change poured power into Mo Fan’s spiritual world like a floodgate opening.
Mo Fan did not waste a single breath.
Whether it was studying or cultivating, they were both slow and dry. Mo Fan had already deeply experienced this point. However, for his incredible life as a Magician, he was willing to endure this lifestyle.
“I don’t know how many days it has been, but I can feel myself touching the doors of an even higher realm!” Mo Fan stopped meditating and began to ponder.
The biggest difference between Primary and Intermediate level was the Stardust within a Mage’s Spiritual World turning into a Nebu.
During the time his N experience card was activated, Mo Fan cultivated frenziedly.
His cultivation time had always been more than twice as long as others, and additionally, he had the nourishment from Little Loach. With this, he was able to achieve nearly 24 hours of continuous meditation.
After all, Meditation gave Stardust a rge boost. Mo Fan was already able to clearly feel the transformation of his Magic Stardust during the past few days.
Originally, the higher level Magic Nebu was a strange and odd thing to him. However, after his Stardust had burst out with a weak, pulse-like radiance, Mo Fan vaguely felt that this could be the sign of a breakthrough.
Normally, Stardust was very stable. His current Stardust was covered in a mist of a bizarre light shell that looked like an aurora. After going through Meditation in this short period of time, there was a clear thirst and agitation coming from the Stardust. It seemed like a little life within an egg, urgently trying to break open the mist light shell on the outside.
With every intense radiance coming from the Stardust, it was an attempt to break through the binding of the shell. Every time the radiance turned dark, it probably meant the Stardust was charging its power.
He guided the incoming energy straight into his Fire Element.
In his spiritual universe, the Fire Stardust trembled and pulsed. Around it, a faint curtain of light appeared, thin like a cocoon, wrapping and compressing the energy trying to break free.
The cocoon looked still, but it was swelling under the pressure inside.
Normally, forcing a breakthrough like this had a tiny chance of success.
But with the Little Loach feeding him power, that tiny chance grew into something real.
The energy that flowed from the Little Loach felt like countless streams merging into one violent river. The river surged, and its waves smmed into the cocoon again and again.
Cracks appeared.
Thin at first, like spiderweb lines.
Then thicker.
Spreading outward in jagged patterns as the cocoon strained under the impact.
Mo Fan’s spirit took the backsh immediately.
A splitting headache hit him like a hammer.
If this were normal training, he would have stopped.
But this was not normal.
Outside the cave, death was waiting.
So he kept going.
The spiritual impact felt like bdes stabbing into his brain, then like an ocean storm crashing inside his skull. It was torture. It was a nightmare that did not let him wake up.
“Bang bang bang!”
Outside, the wolves kept hammering the entrance. Small stones were already falling inside the cave.
Mo Fan ignored it.
He focused on the cocoon.
Crack by crack, it weakened, its glow fading, fading until it was barely visible, like a dying star in a bck sky.
Then, suddenly
Mo Fan’s eyes snapped open.
The cocoon shattered.
The Fire Element Stardust expanded and transformed.
A Star Cloud formed.
He succeeded.
He had pushed his Fire Element into Intermediate.
His Lightning Element did not have enough energy to break through with it, but one element was enough to save his life.
His depleted magic energy refilled instantly.
Stardust was small. Limited. A speck of light in the spiritual universe.
But a Star Cloud was different.
It was an expanse, a field of bright clustered stars, occupying a vast portion of his spiritual world. Its radiance was clear and powerful, and the energy it provided was no longer something he had to count carefully.
Now, he did not need to fear running dry after a few spells.
Now, he could fight.
“Bang bang bang!”
Mo Fan stood and moved back toward the entrance, crouching until the tunnel widened again.
Soon, he could stand fully.
From here, he could see the One Eyed Magic Wolf’s massive head wedged at the cave mouth, trying to force its way inside, fangs scraping stone.
Mo Fan raised his hand.
“Fire Burst, Rupture!”
Whoosh!
Fme poured from his hand like a fmethrower, flooding the narrow opening.
“Boom!”
The wolf yanked its head back with a violent snarl.
Mo Fan did not stop.
His casting speed and output were completely different now.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Rupture after Rupture poured out, back to back, turning the entrance into an oven.
Roars exploded outside.
When the fmes finally settled enough for him to move, Mo Fan stepped out of the cave.
More than ten One Eyed Magic Wolves were burning or writhing in the scorched ground around the entrance, and several more, caught by the heat and terrified by the sudden surge in Mo Fan’s aura, turned and fled into the forest.
Mo Fan did not chase them.
He collected the remnant souls he could and left immediately.
Because he knew the rule of nests.
If there were cubs and packs, there was always the possibility of something stronger nearby.
A War General level One Eyed Magic Wolf could exist in the area, and if he met one now, even as an Intermediate mage, he would likely die.
So Mo Fan disappeared back into the jungle without lingering.
