The less skilled Rock and Latin were both significantly wounded by the Silver Wolves' desperate final counterattack. Except for Little Mo, who remained composed facing the wolf pack, everyone else was visibly struggling.

With a fierce roar, a circle of yellow light suddenly enveloped Little Mo. All hundred or so demonic wolves within that aura were instantly crushed into pulp by the Gravity spell, drastically reducing the pressure on the group.

The Earth Bear’s abilities were truly beyond ordinary. Little Mo was now incandescent with rage. As a high-level magical beast, being attacked by Silver Wolves far beneath its rank felt like a challenge to its dignity. It roared incessantly, and the circles of light emanating from its body flared up again and again, causing devastating casualties among the Silver Wolves.

But the sheer number of Silver Wolves was overwhelming; just as one wave was cleared, another appeared.

At this moment, Mo Han’s magic was finally ready.

Mo Han shouted, “Meteor Shower!” Above the two Blood Shadow Demonic Wolves perched on the hill, several massive fireballs suddenly materialized in the sky. In the blink of an eye, they descended upon the wolf pack. The two Blood Wolves spotted the danger and frantically dodged sideways. With several thunderous impacts, dust clouds soared skyward.

Even those far from the hill could feel the terrifying heatwave, imagining the unimaginable temperature at the epicenter of the explosions.

Innumerable demonic wolf shrieks echoed from within the inferno. After a long wait, the dust finally settled.

The group could only stare at the spot where the hill used to be; only several deep craters, tens of meters across, remained to tell the tale. All the demonic wolves caught in the blast had been vaporized by the flames, leaving behind not even a single Magic Crystal.

Only around the periphery lay the corpses of over a thousand demonic wolves, all incinerated by the terrifying, extremely high-temperature heatwave. Most of the wolves’ bodies were charred black. Seeing such horrific destructive power, the few remaining wolves scattered in terror, vanishing without a trace.

Just then, Anna suddenly cried out, “Look, those two Blood Shadow Demonic Wolves aren't dead!”

Everyone followed her gaze and saw the two lead demonic wolves standing not far from them, glaring fiercely at Mo Han, seemingly furious over the massive losses among their subordinates.

Mo Han cursed under his breath, “Damn it, if these bastards hadn't forced me to unleash a tenth-level spell, leaving my magic almost completely drained, and they still dare to stare at me? Does the tiger not roar, treating me like a sick cat?”

Mo Han turned and yelled toward the Earth Bear, “Little Mo, go take care of them! We’ll roast wolf meat tonight.”

Hearing Mo Han’s words, the Earth Bear’s eyes lit up as it stared at the two demonic wolves, as if the Blood Shadow Demonic Wolves already looked like fragrant roast meat in its eyes.

It let out a mighty roar and charged swiftly toward the two demonic wolves. The group, only now recovering from the effects of the Meteor Shower, turned to fix their gaze on Mo Han, the architect of the catastrophe. Jack, especially, looked at him with glowing eyes, which made Mo Han feel uneasy. Mo Han finally spoke up, “Please stop staring at me like that, you’re making me shy.”

Anna exclaimed happily, “Brother Mo Han, you are so amazing! I knew you were the best; you must have more skills than that!”

Rock snapped, “You, Mo Han! You’re clearly a Great Archmage of the Fire Element, yet you kept hiding it from us, deceiving us for so long!”

Latin simply stared at Mo Han with a complicated expression, refusing to speak. Only he knew what thoughts were churning in his mind.

Mo Han noticed that Kelly was just staring without saying anything, and he immediately grew flustered. He hurried to explain, “Kelly, I truly didn’t mean to hide it from you. I actually wanted to tell you a long time ago, but everything that’s been happening recently just hasn’t given me the chance. Please don’t be angry, okay?”

Seeing Mo Han’s panic, Kelly suddenly smiled. She felt deeply reassured. Mo Han’s anxious need to explain showed how important she was to him. Furthermore, she was genuinely happy that her beloved turned out to be a Great Archmage; her momentary daze was just her struggling to process the shock Mo Han had caused.

She spoke, “I’m not angry, I’m truly happy for you.”

Thank heavens; the stone weighing on Mo Han’s heart finally lifted.

Mo Han theatrically patted his chest, feigning relief. “As long as you’re not mad, that’s all that matters.”

Just then, the Earth Bear’s roar reached their ears. Everyone looked over and saw a familiar yellow halo burst forth from Little Mo’s body—it was his tried-and-true Gravity spell. The movements of the two Blood Wolves immediately slowed. While their counterattacks caused Little Mo’s earthen armor to chip away rapidly, the armor was instantly repaired by its abundant Earth Element energy.

It was clear that the difference between an 8th-rank and 9th-rank magical beast was more than just a single level; the gap in power was several times greater.

Little Mo then let out another roar, and two nearly contiguous yellow halos erupted simultaneously. The unprepared Blood Wolves were momentarily paralyzed by the immense pressure. Little Mo seized those few seconds, swung its massive paw, glowing yellow, and brought it down on one of the Blood Wolves. With a terrible shriek, the Blood Wolf’s colossal body was hurled a great distance by Little Mo’s terrifying strength, spraying a plume of blood into the air before crashing onto the ground, motionless—it was done for.

The other Blood Wolf, sensing disaster, violently shook off the encirclement of the Gravity spell and fled rapidly toward the distance. Little Mo did not pursue. Instead, it tilted its head back and unleashed a football-sized yellow energy cannon toward the fleeing wolf. The cannon tracked with incredible speed, striking the target precisely.

The pitiful Blood Wolf turned to dust and vanished without even managing a final scream.

Little Mo then shrank back down to the size of a small dog and triumphantly trotted back to Mo Han’s side, whimpering incessantly, as if seeking praise for its deed. This display made everyone watching laugh.

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