Chapter 163: Suspected traces of psychic magic
In the wild, this kind of behavior of dragging monsters to other people and dragging them into the water is very shameful, and sometimes it will cause a lot of unnecessary casualties.

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan both looked at Xu Fan, waiting for him to come up with a plan.

"Since they are the ones who provoked so many demons, let them deal with it themselves, and we will cross the river!"

Xu Fan sneered, and then his body glowed with magical energy. Zhao Manyan also took out a book of constellations with excitement and cast the protection of the water splash sky for the three of them.

A layer of water curtain appeared on the bodies of the three people, and a five-pointed star magic circle appeared under their feet.

"The light falls all over the place - Holy Cloth of Light Scales!"

Zhao Manyan took action, and Xu Fan naturally would not just use auxiliary spells. He directly constructed a light constellation and cast a high-level second-level light magic. Suddenly, a layer of golden holy clothes appeared on the bodies of the three people.

The appearance of two constellations in succession in the sky made the person who lured the monster very happy. Thinking he was saved, he immediately chased in the direction of the three people even harder.

Xu Fan's eyes swept in the direction of the monster, and he immediately discovered that there was only one person who attracted the monster. As everyone knows, when you go deep into the wild, especially in a place like Zhuoyuan, there will definitely be groups of monsters.

Now there are only a few possibilities for the demon to go berserk due to only one person. One is that only this person is left in the entire team. The other is that this person is an abandoned person, and in order to allow the others in the team to survive, he led the demon away alone.

If it is the former, Xu Fan will express his condolences, and if it is the latter, Xu Fan will express his sympathy, but no matter which one it is, Xu Fan will never lend a helping hand casually.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the other party is targeting Xu Fan and others, and wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife, and let the demon destroy Xu Fan and others.

"Your only way to survive is to rush into the Baisha River!"

Xu Fan sighed, then took the lead and stepped into the Baisha River, which immediately awakened countless Baisha demon soldiers. Dozens of sand knives slashed towards Xu Fan, but before they hit Xu Fan, the Baisha demon soldiers had already been smashed into shattered white sand.

Xu Fan cast several spells, instantly clearing out all the demon soldiers within a three-meter radius around him, but the white sand demon soldiers in the distance continued to crowd over.

Any creature that sees its own kind being slaughtered in large numbers will feel fear and empathy in their hearts, causing them to hesitate and even think about running away. However, the Baisha demon soldiers did not have this problem. They would only rush up continuously under the crowd of their companions in the distance, and die one after another in Xu Fan's hands.

With Xu Fan leading the way, Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan quickly followed. Zhao Manyan was good at defense but not attack, so he had to walk between the two, while Mo Fan was responsible for finishing the job.

Although the number of demons killed by Mo Fan was not even a fraction of that of Xu Fan, Mo Fan was not envious or jealous. At this moment, he was immersed in the pleasure of countless spirits and souls flying towards him.

Xu Fan's wood-based spells and plant-based magic were like natural enemies to these white sand demon soldiers. Even the aftermath could seriously injure them. Xu Fan's Taoism and experience began to grow rapidly.

Although most of these white sand demon soldiers could only provide Xu Fan with a few days of cultivation, a spell would kill a group of them. With every step he took, Xu Fan's cultivation would increase by one month.

"Haha, we can all say we passed through the bottom of the river!"

Zhao Manyan laughed excitedly. He was not completely useless. The bottom of the Baisha River was still somewhat moist. With the help of his elementary earth magic, the three of them moved forward much faster.

Xu Fan was like an indestructible blade. In the blink of an eye, several people went deep into the Baisha River. When they drove the "Train King" from the Shaxiaohu Tribe to the side of the Baisha River, they were stunned. Where were the high-level magicians they just saw?
However, with the seemingly calm but dangerous Baisha River in front and the demon tribe eyeing him from behind, he could only choose to fight to the death. So he used magic to protect himself and rushed into the Baisha River. However, he could only struggle desperately when facing the Baisha demon soldiers who suddenly surrounded him, and ended his short life in countless falling sand knives.

When the Sand Roaring Tiger Tribe reached the Baisha River, they stopped running, took a greedy look at the splattered blood, and then left in fear.

They have calmed down now. After abandoning their previous prey, they suddenly realized that they had lost the big picture for the sake of chasing this one person and had let go of the other people in the team.

They are now turning around to chase the other members of the team. No one can leave the Burning Plain with a swagger after provoking them.

"Hey, Brother Xu, what happened to those people who lured the demon here? Did they rush into the Baisha River?"

With Xu Fan and Mo Fan's two magic turrets, Zhao Manyan felt extremely relaxed. He even had the mind to look at the shore, but they had rushed several kilometers in such a short time that they could no longer see the situation on the shore clearly.

"Humph, there are wolves in front and tigers behind. If you can't be as powerful as us, what good will it be!"

Mo Fan said, although he couldn't release high-level magic now and the power of mid-level magic had not increased, the improvement in all aspects was still great after breaking through the high-level. But even so, with Xu Fan blocking most of the pressure, Mo Fan still felt a vague life-and-death crisis.

It can be seen that even if a whole team of mid-level mages tried to force their way into the Baisha River, they would be in great danger.

"That's right, that man has died under the sand knife of the White Sand Demon Soldier!"

Xu Fan said this expressionlessly, without any other thoughts arising from his inaction in watching the victim die. Instead, he looked back in confusion at the dust stirred up by the Sand Roaring Tigers that had already dispersed.

Perhaps it was because his cultivation had boosted his mental power, he actually felt a mental fluctuation on the shore, as if someone was using mental magic.

Xu Fan once again raised the issue of caution. Zhao Chenying was obviously the wolf in the team, and now the other wolves had followed him. Xu Fan had to plan carefully. He would never allow himself to reach the northern corner of Zhuoyuan only to serve as a scapegoat for others.

"Tsk tsk, the wild is really dangerous. If it's not necessary, don't venture into the wild!"

Zhao Manyan said with some fear, but Mo Fan suddenly laughed.

"That's what you said. You don't need to participate in the World Academy Competition after that. After all, the training of the academy is mainly outdoors!"

Mo Fan's words made Zhao Manyan feel awkward.

"How can a tiny risk in the wild affect my great plan of sowing seeds in the world!"

"Besides, we still have you guys!"

Zhao Manyan smiled awkwardly.

(End of this chapter)