Chapter 1880 - The Nest of Demon Leeches (1/2)

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Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

If it had been ten minutes ago, Mo Fan would be suffering from a headache as he had no clue how to get rid of the demon leeches. However, Mo Fan now had a way to eliminate them quickly even if they were scattered across the place and attacking different targets, let alone when the demon leeches were grouped together!

Mo Fan no longer had to rely on other spells. His eyes flickered sharply. More than ten launchers were set up close to him. There was no need for him to be afraid, no matter how many demon leeches there were!

The air bolts would only cause space to shudder. The demon leeches were unable to sense them as they had rather weak senses, let alone dodge the air bolts.

Puncturing the demon leeches once was not going to kill them. Shen Qing had already proven that. However, Mo Fan’s air bolts would keep returning to his side, not to mention there were so many of them under his command!

The demon leeches had broken into a castle with countless machine guns waiting for them. They were covered in holes before they got within ten meters from Mo Fan. The air bolts did not have the slightest stains from their blood. They flew back to Mo Fan before being fired in a new volley!

Both the demon leeches in the distance and those planning to ambush Mo Fan nearby failed to escape from the air bolts. Blood and remains were soon scattered all over the second floor. Some fell to the first floor and turned the water there into a red pool.

The demon leeches finally realized how stupid it was to attack the human Mage. They stopped climbing to the higher floors after witnessing the fall of their comrades, and began to retreat into the water.

Shen Qing, who had escorted the last group of civilians to the third floor, stood at the stairs and stared blankly at the show Mo Fan was putting on.

She had met Space Mages in the Magic Association, but she had never seen anyone so adept with Telekinesis. Most of the time, the demon creatures were not terrifying because of their strength, but because of their numbers. However, their numbers did not seem to matter much against the Space Mage before her!

“Put…put me down!” the fatty pleaded.

“Are you sure you want to come down?”

“Bring me up, I want to go up!” the fatty yelled.

Mo Fan smiled, and tossed the fatty to the third floor. A foul smell lingered in the air as soon as the man landed on the ground.

“Brother, thanks for your help!” Mo Fan did not forget to thank the man.

“A man like you should go to Hell!” the fatty snarled.

The fatty suddenly noticed glares directed at him from the surroundings. They were from the civilians and workers of the shopping mall that Mo Fan had rescued.

The fatty quickly shut his mouth, worried that he might bring misfortune to himself again…

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