Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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"Are you sure about this, letting Mo Fan take on Bei Jiang alone?" Feng Zhoulong said.

"The guy is in the dark. If Super Mages like you are around, he won't show himself. He can easily tell it's a trap, and so all our efforts will be in vain," Lingling said.

Lingling was sitting beside Leng Qing's bed. Her face was expressionless, yet she was more worried than anyone else!

The two lives dearest to her were at stake. If Mo Fan lost to Bei Jiang, he would be in trouble, and Leng Qing was most likely going to die too.

To make things worse, there was nothing else she could do apart from waiting here. Waiting was more of a torture than fighting!

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It was night again. Normally, Mo Fan preferred fighting at night since it allowed him to utilize his Shadow Element.

However, this time Mo Fan did not feel relieved. His petty Shadow Element was as unthreatening as a crying little baby to his opponent.

It was Mo Fan's first time feeling a strong pressure from Dark Magic, it was clenching his throat in a suffocating grip. It had completely changed his view of Dark Magic.

Mo Fan arrived on the outskirts and found himself in a spacious area. The straight road only had a few lights from the houses scattered in the distance.

Behind him was the bustling city, shining with great brilliance, while the path ahead was completely dark. The further he went, the tenser he was. He had never expected that a Shadow Mage like him would be afraid of walking in the dark!

He took a quick glance at the black flower with only two petals left. His uneasiness gradually dissipated, replaced by a hint of panic.

If the assassin decided not to show up, Leng Qing would die for sure. There was not much time left. Judging from the previous fight against the assassin, even if the guy showed up eventually, it was unlikely he could kill the assassin in the time that was left.

Even a Super Mage like Feng Zhoulong had failed to restrain him!

Time gradually passed. The panic grew in Mo Fan. After all, Leng Qing's life was at stake. Mo Fan was unable to accept it like the others.

"You can't save anyone." A black figure appeared out of nowhere, standing in the middle of the road. He was staring right at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan did not speak. He halted in his tracks and looked at his formidable opponent.

"Remember the chubby kid from before? The color of his brain was brighter than I imagined, tsk tsk..." Bei Jiang grinned. The shadows set off his intimidating face.

"You killed him?" Mo Fan blurted out in astonishment.

"I'm troubled by a certain disease. I wonder if the Healer that managed to sustain Leng Qing's life could heal me?" Bei Jiang said.

"You should visit a vet," Mo Fan replied.

"I know you are trying to lure me out of hiding. I also know Leng Qing has no chance of surviving. Unfortunately, my superior seems quite interested in you, and considering that you've sincerely invited me here, here I am," Bei Jiang raised his pale right hand and looked at his watch. He said, "Fifteen minutes, that's how much time Leng Qing has left. You know, I could have easily shown up after fifteen minutes when she was dead and killed you… but, that's just too boring. I decide to give your petty plan a little glimpse of hope."

Mo Fan glared at the assassin. His heart was rolling with rage, but he maintained a calm face. He could not afford to show any hint of panic against a formidable opponent. His enemy would easily abuse it!

However, Mo Fan did not expect Bei Jiang to see through their plan. He had not shown up because he was tricked by Lingling's plan. He was just playing them and everyone else like a fiddle, as he firmly believed no one could possibly live if he assumed them to be dead!

"That being said, this game won't last for fifteen minutes. I can easily kill you in just five minutes!" Bei Jiang added.

Bei Jiang slowly faded into the darkness behind him. A face with an eerie grin slowly appeared in the darkness. Its outline turned from blurry to solid. It was impossible to tell if it was real. It was staring down at the minuscule Mo Fan!

If the guy had not been his enemy, if his personality was not so twisted and enraging, Mo Fan would be impressed by the man's control of the Shadow Element after he saw the eerie face in the darkness. It was like the man was giving Mo Fan an exciting lecture on how powerful the Shadow Element could be!

Mo Fan didn't want to display his petty skill before an expert. He knew what his advantages were, and he knew it was a fight he could not afford to lose.

He only had fifteen minutes. Life was always so fragile, yet he had no choice but to give all he had to protect it!

"The Face of Darkness!"

The enormous grinning face solidified and lunged at Mo Fan. Its laughter penetrated Mo Fan's mind and interfered with his thoughts. It greatly slowed down Mo Fan's channeling and reaction time as it filled him with terror!

Mo Fan was not worried about himself. He was worried that Lingling would be overwhelmed with the grief of losing her sister. He was worried about seeing Lingling in tears. The darkness magnified those worries to overwhelm him!

The Face of Darkness was already within inches of him. Mo Fan kept moving backward. The spell was unable to inflict any damage on its target. It was only trying to break down the psychological defenses of the target, and take away the will to fight. The target might even lose its will to live after suffering the overwhelming fear and sorrow the spell had brought...

Mo Fan continued to back away. He suddenly heard a burst of laughter behind him. He turned around and saw another huge Face of Darkness charging at him!

The Focus Necklace around his neck shuddered slightly, unleashing ripples of blue energy. Each ripple helped erase the fear being implanted in his mind.

Mo Fan's thoughts cleared up. When he opened his eyes, the Faces of Darkness had both disappeared.

Mo Fan looked at the necklace. He still had a grim face, even though the spell had been nullified.

The battle had just begun, but he had already used a strong piece of his Equipment. How could he possibly defend himself from the upcoming attacks?

If he continued to be this passive, how could he possibly defeat the assassin in fifteen minutes?