Chapter 2245 - Camper (1/2)

Chapter 2245: Camper

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The Star Dust floated down to Mo Fan’s feet and formed a pair of fine boots.

Mo Fan had stopped using his Magic Boots ages ago. He had never had the chance to upgrade his magic Equipment since he was short on funds, but he recently discovered he could attach the Star Dust to his feet like a pair of high-quality Magic Boots, granting his feet enormous strength!

When he stepped forward with his left foot, a great impact deformed the ground, shattering the wet rocks under his foot before propelling him to the side like an arrow, evading the scorpion tails lashing at him from three different directions.

“How strange, aren’t they at least two hundred meters away from me?” Mo Fan nailed his feet to a chimney, hanging sideways on the wall.

The three attacks were obviously from three different evil monks, but the five evil monks he had tagged were on the other side.

Shouldn’t there only be one evil monk he had yet to tag?

Did they see through my trick?, Mo Fan wondered.

“That’s not possible, they shouldn’t know I’ve Marked them…” he muttered. “Damn it, I almost fell for it. There are more than six of them!”

Mo Fan heard a strange noise from the chimney just as he arrived at that conclusion.

PA! A huge scorpion tail smashed through the inside of the chimney and stabbed straight at Mo Fan’s chest.

Mo Fan could not react in time. He forcibly turned in the air to dodge the attack, but lost his balance and started falling from the chimney because of it.

The chimney was a few dozen meters high. As Mo Fan was falling with the debris, several figures sprang at him simultaneously and attacked him with their spider claws before he could regain his balance!

Their claws were several meters long, another transformation of the gauntlets that the evil monks had. They were oddly sharp, and ordinary Magic Equipment had no chance of stopping them. The gauntlets were a type of Deathstrike Magic Equipment!

Mo Fan’s Star Dust had not accumulated enough energy to defend him from the claws. He quickly constructed a Space Star Constellation.

“Blink!”

It felt like a few spiders were fighting over food in midair. They were going to tear Mo Fan into pieces in the blink of an eye!

Mo Fan fell into a silver polygon before the claws struck him, and disappeared into it.

Mo Fan fell onto some jars a few hundred meters away. The evil monks who were in the air turned around. They did not understand how Mo Fan had moved from one spot to the other.

Mo Fan clambered back to his feet and looked at the chimney. He cursed under his breath while tagging the five evil monks who had attacked him!

“There are eleven of them!”

Mo Fan had only seen six evil monks at first, so he had focused on tracking down the six evil monks after they surrounded him in the formation. He only realized there were more than six of them after he began marking them with his Elemental Magic.