"Heh, I have countless enemies; you're just one more. I've heard those words so many times they're meaningless to me. Didn't you say you were going to kill me earlier? And yet, you still failed. Save your breath."

Mo Han replied lazily, affecting an air of utter indifference.

The shadowy figure trembled with rage upon hearing this, but incapable of slaying Mo Han, he stood silent for a long moment before abruptly turning, taking the two remaining Skeleton Elves with him, and soaring into the sky.

Mo Han watched them go. He understood that if this shadow escaped, it would surely lead to trouble, and he desperately wanted to stop it, yet he was utterly powerless.

During the preceding fight with the Skeleton Elves, Mo Han’s Dou Qi had already been mostly depleted. Moreover, by forcefully relying on the artifact, the 'Staff of the Holy Dragon,' he had managed to unleash the fire-element Forbidden Curse, 'Doomsday Meteor,' a spell far beyond his actual cultivation level, severely overdrawing his physical stamina and magical energy.

Currently, Mo Han possessed not a single trace of magical energy; a dizziness was setting in, clearly the result of extreme magical exhaustion. He needed to meditate immediately to recover, and this very moment was the optimal time to rapidly advance his magical cultivation.

Furthermore, even if Mo Han could act now, given his current physical state, he might not be able to handle the shadowy figure. After a brief consideration,

Mo Han decided he had to restore his strength first. With that thought, he quickly led Xiao Mo and Xiao Han toward the exit of the barrier.

After flying at high speed for some distance, the mysterious shadow couldn't help but land on the ground, erupting into violent coughing fits. Earlier, in order to descend and retrieve his two Skeleton Elves, he had endured the backlash of considerable Forbidden Curse energy. Though he was only partially affected, the power of a Forbidden Curse was not something easily dismissed. Consequently, he was quite badly injured.

He had only managed to suppress his condition earlier, necessitating his hasty departure; his situation was hardly better than Mo Han's.

Though he longed to kill Mo Han for personal vengeance, he simply lacked the strength, and he also feared being surrounded by the Light Church personnel. He could only swallow his anger and flee hastily, intending to find a secluded place.

To heal himself first, and then devise a plan for revenge.

Not long after Mo Han departed, he saw the barrier had already opened, revealing Daili and Shui Ling'er, who had come in search of him, followed by a contingent of Light Church members, even including Elder Guang Lei.

Upon seeing Mo Han, Daili’s eyes turned fiercely red with emotion as she rushed forward.

She embraced Mo Han tightly, as if afraid he might vanish, continuously whispering softly, "I knew you would be fine. You promised me things, and you would definitely keep them. Thank you for honoring your word."

Mo Han heard this and gently patted Daili's back, speaking tenderly, "Hehe, silly girl. Of course, I'd be fine. Haven't you forgotten I'm tough as old boots? I will always stay by your side."

At this moment, even Murong Feixue stepped forward, clearly affected.

She gripped Mo Han's hand tightly, her eyes also red as she stared at him with an expression of deep affection. Seeing this, Mo Han smiled back at Murong Feixue and nodded to signal that he was unharmed.

Just then, Elder Guang Lei couldn't help but ask, "Seeing the young brother is safe puts our minds at ease. The power of that Fire Forbidden Curse just now was truly earth-shattering! It's been ages since this old man witnessed a Magic Forbidden Curse; in my entire lifetime, I've only been fortunate enough to see one. To see it again now is truly lucky. It seems this trip to Tan Yima City was not in vain, ha ha."

Mo Han smiled and nodded to show he was fine upon hearing Guang Lei. Murong Feixue, standing beside him, felt a slight oddity. Wasn't it said that one must reach the Saint Magister realm to cast a Forbidden Curse? Yet, Saint Magisters haven't appeared in the Long Teng Continent for a long time—how did Guang Lei see one previously? Thinking this, Murong Feixue couldn't help but quietly ask Mo Han.

Mo Han quickly explained with a smile, "It is true that Forbidden Curses generally require the strength of a Saint Magister to be cast. However, there are two other methods to unleash them. The first is by borrowing external power—that is, using the strength of a Divine Artifact to temporarily elevate one's inherent cultivation. But even then, the caster's skill must be at least that of an Archmagus, otherwise, it’s useless."

"And the other method? What is it, Brother Mo Han?"

Murong Feixue asked curiously.

Mo Han patiently continued, "The second method is to combine the power of several mages, channeling their combined energy into a single person to achieve the necessary energy to cast a Forbidden Curse. However, these mages must all belong to the same element—meaning Water mages can only collaborate with Water mages to cast a Water Forbidden Curse, not with Fire or other element mages. This method doesn't impose excessively high cultivation requirements on the mages, but the risk is significantly greater; one slip in control can lead to the curse destroying the caster."

Saying this, Mo Han couldn't help but recall his master, Mo Xiuyi. It was when he used this very method to cast the ultimate divine spell, 'Divine Light of Doomsday,' that he was ambushed by the Dragon Bone Leader, leading to a loss of control over the ultimate spell and causing that great catastrophe. It was the effect of that divine spell that sent him across time and space to this Long Teng Continent. In the blink of an eye, more than two years had passed. The events that transpired during that time still left Mo Han full of emotion, unsure whether to be happy or worried. His thoughts drifted to the kind visage of Mo Xiuyi.

Seeing Mo Han stop mid-sentence and adopt a look of deep reflection, both Murong Feixue and Daili felt a touch of confusion. However, they sensed that Mo Han must have recalled something sorrowful, so they didn't press further, simply standing quietly by his side.

At this moment, the other ascetic elder, Guang Dian, spoke up, "Little brother, do you know what happened with that Forbidden Curse just now? Did you cast it? That is truly astonishing!" Hearing Guang Dian’s question, everyone focused their gaze on Mo Han, waiting to see how he would answer. Yet, most people inwardly doubted that Mo Han could possibly unleash such a devastating Forbidden Curse, so many stared at him with looks of skepticism.

Seeing this, Mo Han immediately formulated a strategy. He quickly waved his hands and said, "Elder, you jest. How could I possibly unleash such a powerful Fire Forbidden Curse? In fact, this Fire Forbidden Curse was cast by an old mage with white hair, wearing a gold-trimmed robe. I was only spared because I was under his protection, which is why I can still stand here and speak with you elders."

Hearing Mo Han's explanation, Guang Dian muttered to himself strangely, "White-haired, old man in a gold-trimmed mage robe… Could that be the Fire Archmagus Ailif? But with his ability, it shouldn't be possible for him to cast a Fire Forbidden Curse alone. What is going on?" Mo Han quickly interjected upon hearing this, "I seem to recall him holding a staff in his hand. Back when I was fiercely battling the Skeleton summoned by that mysterious shadow, we were evenly matched. But then, he mysteriously summoned three Skeleton Elves, and I immediately fell into a disadvantage."

"Skeleton Elves? That mysterious person actually possesses Skeleton Elves? That's incredible!" Guang Lei exclaimed. "A single Skeleton Elf is equivalent to a Rank Nine Magical Beast. I can't believe he summoned three at once! What happened next?" Mo Han said, a lingering fear in his voice, "Those Skeleton Elves are truly abnormally monstrous, completely impervious to swords or spears, impossible to kill by hacking, and possessing insane speed and strength. Just when I thought I couldn't hold on any longer, that old mage in the gold-trimmed robe appeared. Then I saw him bring out his staff and begin chanting the incantation to unleash the Fire Forbidden Curse. I think I heard him mention the name of the curse was something about a meteor?"

"Was it called 'Doomsday Meteor'?" Guang Xuan, who had been silent until now, interjected. "Yes, yes, it was 'Doomsday Meteor'!"

Mo Han quickly chimed in, "It is indeed 'Doomsday Meteor'! Elder, you indeed have seen much and know much, recognizing it right away."

Mo Han smoothly delivered a subtle piece of flattery, and Guang Xuan's stern face broke into a delighted smile. It seemed that no matter the person, everyone enjoyed a compliment. Mo Han sighed inwardly at this realization.

Guang Dian then pressed on, "Then what happened? And what about your mysterious shadow?" Mo Han quickly continued, "Upon seeing the White-Haired Elder's Fire Forbidden Curse, the mysterious shadow was greatly alarmed and tried to stop it, but he was held back by me and Xiao Mo and the others. Seeing the situation turn dire, and realizing the Fire Forbidden Curse was about to strike, he abandoned his skeletons and subordinates, taking only two Advanced Skeleton Elves and fleeing for his life. I tried to stop him, but at that moment, I was being moved away by the old mage so I could dodge the curse's power. By the time we emerged, the mysterious shadow had long since vanished, and the old mage had also left alone, without saying a single word."