622 The Fearsome Magician (2/2)

”Fourth-tier Fiery Fist...that's forty-nine Soul Essences! If one Soul Essence is between four to five million RMB… is he the son of some incredible renowned family?” asked the square-faced Imperial Magician in astonishment.

An Imperial Magician like him had to save up many years just to buy Magic Wings, which were priced around a hundred million. Meanwhile, the young man had already leveled up his Fire Element to the fourth-tier; he would need more than two hundred million to do that!

Anything over ten million was considered a great sum to Advanced Magicians, let alone anything over a hundred million. Nevertheless, there was no way for an Imperial Magician like him to have so much money.

Having money didn't mean you could simply spend it like that!

”Either way, his fourth-tier Fiery Fist saved everyone's life,” said Zuo Feng calmly.

It was rare for anyone to raise their Basic Spells to the fourth-tier, let alone a fourth-tier Intermediate Spell, which would require a huge amount of resources. Even someone with an extraordinary natural talent, like Dongfang Lie, could barely cast the fourth-tier Fiery Fist. Someone that had actually raised an Intermediate Spell to the fourth-tier... Mo Fan was most likely the only one in all of China!

And now, these two Imperial Magicians had just happened to stumble into a man with a fourth-tier Fiery Fist. Shouldn't they be burning incenses and bowing down to express their gratitude to Guanyin, the Bodhisattva of Compassion?

”After killing this son of a bitch, let's go look for him. We need someone strong like him in times like this!,” exclaimed the square-faced Imperial Magician.

”Forget it, he's still an Intermediate Magician, I can feel his mind weakening. His energy must have depleted. It's likely that he didn't even have the chance to rest after the battle along the walls...” Zuo Feng was able to sense some information through his Psychic Element.

”Alright, once the danger is resolved, we should go and thank him.”

”Mm, if we manage to resolve the danger...” Zuo Feng glanced at the city being drenched by the rain. He obviously was not too optimistic about their fate.

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Mo Fan was completely worn out, as it was true that he had been involved in battles since the night before.

The Swift Star Wolf could still barely move after being healed. Mo Fan simply laid down on its back and fell asleep. If anything, his Summoned Beast would just wake him up.

Mo Fan did not follow the crowd. He had done all he could, and all he could not, too. He would leave the people to their own fates, since he was not Sun Wukong trying to escort them along their Journey to the West.

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Mu Bai and Zhou Ming were more compassionate. There were people from Bo City among the crowd, so they decided to escort them all the way to the inner city.

Mo Fan did not head for the inner city. He had to look for Liu Ru still.

The Swift Star Wolf told Mo Fan that Liu Ru was in a different direction. Mo Fan said goodbye to Zhou Ming and Mu Bai and proceeded to search for Liu Ru by asking the Swift Star Wolf to follow her scent.

Shorty did not follow Mo Fan either. He had gone to search for his Hunter friends. The group split up after telling everyone that they would see each other behind the inner walls.

It was better for Mo Fan to act alone. After all, the Swift Star Wolf had a sensitive nose, helping him to avoid unnecessary fights.

The Swift Star Wolf slowly avoided the undead, considering that Mo Fan's energy was gone. Once they located Liu Ru, Mo Fan's safety would be secured, as Liu Ru was not weak, either.