Just as Mo Han was preparing to act, he heard the elemental spirit who had been speaking to him say, "Wait, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Then Mo Han felt a strange magical fluctuation, and the elemental spirit spoke again, "I didn't expect you to be a rare genius who cultivates both magic and martial arts. A physique like yours appears only once in a millennium. To think we'd encounter you here! Since you are a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts, I must explain something else: in the Fantasy Forest, you are absolutely forbidden from using any martial arts weapons, understand? You can only use magic. Otherwise, even if you don't violate other rules, you will be disqualified. Do you hear me clearly?" Mo Han was inwardly horrified upon hearing this. He hadn't even seen Mo Han, yet this elemental spirit could clearly perceive that he cultivated both magic and martial arts purely through magical sensing—what astounding magical attainment! If they were willing to help him, they could surely ensure his successful advancement. Thinking this, Mo Han was filled with excitement and strengthened his resolve to pass the trial. He nodded and replied, "Please rest assured, esteemed seniors. Since that is the case, Mo Han will refrain from using martial techniques or Battle Qi."

Hearing this, the elemental spirit spoke lightly, "Young man, don't blame me for not warning you. The magical beasts in the Seven-Colored Forest are nothing like the low-level beasts you’ve encountered outside. If you run into danger, just call for help, and we will naturally come to your aid. Do you understand? Otherwise, if anything happens, you can only blame yourself."

Mo Han heard this.

He spoke with confidence, "Thank you, esteemed seniors, but please rest assured, such incidents will certainly not occur."

His tone carried immense self-assurance.

After saying this, the elemental spirits never reappeared, as if they had never existed at all.

Seeing this, Mo Han no longer hesitated. He immediately took out the Scepter of the Holy Dragon, cast a miniature protective barrier around himself, and then, with focused alertness, walked toward the woods.

Just then, the voice of the elemental spirit that had vanished drifted over again, "Boy.

You carry quite a few treasures. You even possess a divine artifact like the 'Scepter of the Holy Dragon.' No wonder you are so confident. However, I want to tell you not to think that the help of the 'Scepter of the Holy Dragon' guarantees absolute safety. Even with it, you might not successfully pass through the woods. I truly look forward to seeing what surprises you can offer us."

After the elemental spirit finished speaking,

It vanished once more.

By this time, Mo Han had already entered the forest. The journey so far seemed suspiciously smooth; he hadn't encountered any formidable magical beasts. Just as Mo Han was wondering about this, a beast's roar echoed from the woods to his right, followed by a massive, grayish-black beast with a single white horn protruding from its head, rapidly closing in on Mo Han.

The moment Mo Han clearly saw the beast's form, he couldn't help but curse those elemental spirits inwardly.

No wonder they were so confident.

He hadn't expected the beast in this forest to be a Thunder Beast—an undisputed Tier Ten Divine Beast, and the most peculiar of all magical beasts due to its lightning affinity. Because the horn on the Thunder Beast's head could unleash extremely powerful lightning magic capable of paralyzing or even killing anyone struck.

Furthermore, its hide was incredibly tough; even seasoned warriors found dealing with it a massive headache, let alone Mo Han, who was currently just a mage.

And the Thunder Beast was considered an ancient magical beast, rumored to be completely extinct. To think he’d encounter one here.

At that moment, the Thunder Beast had rushed to within ten meters of Mo Han. It let out a low growl, and immediately, a burst of white light erupted from the horn atop its head. The surrounding magical elements began to stir, shifting into elements Mo Han had never sensed before—he surmised this was the lightning elemental magic.

Mo Han’s heart tightened. He swiftly cast a Gale Spell on himself and began to move quickly. As soon as Mo Han moved, a bolt of lightning accurately struck the spot where he had just been standing. A plume of black smoke instantly rose from the ground. The spot Mo Han had occupied was blasted into a large crater by the lightning's power, sending a cold sweat down his spine.

Mo Han then began to chant, "Almighty Spirit of the Wind... With the vast atmosphere as the bow and radiant light as the arrow, accept the power of my will, and cleave the distant void—Power of the Wind!" Several white wind blades rapidly flew toward the Thunder Beast. The beast, unable to dodge completely, was struck squarely by Mo Han's wind blades. However, the blades only managed to carve a few white streaks across its hide before vanishing without a trace, causing no discernible actual damage. The sting of pain only ignited the Thunder Beast’s ferocity. With a roar, the beast charged toward Mo Han even faster.

Mo Han hadn't expected to defeat the Thunder Beast with mere wind blades. If a Tier Five Wind Blade could handle a Thunder Beast, it wouldn't be a Thunder Beast.

Mo Han continued to draw out the distance between himself and the beast while maintaining his incantation, "Endless Earth, lift your boundless chest and sever the world! Block my enemy... City of Earth!" As Mo Han concluded his chant, the Thunder Beast, which had been charging directly at him, was suddenly halted by thick earthen walls that erupted from the ground around it. Caught completely off guard, the beast slammed headfirst into the wall, kicking up a cloud of dust. Although it sustained no actual injury, the sudden impact left the Thunder Beast momentarily dazed, staggering slightly even as it stood.

This was the opportunity Mo Han had been waiting for. Seeing the Thunder Beast trapped by his creation, Mo Han rapidly cast several successive Earth Barriers on himself before commencing a far more powerful spell.

A crisp voice issued from Mo Han’s lips, "Pure Spirit of Water, the wise Empress of the Surging Waves, the beautiful Eva of Azure! By Sacred Pact, beginning with the origin of my lineage... Freeze all enemies before me..."

As Mo Han’s chant progressed, the water magical elements in the air surged madly toward him, instantly enveloping him and forming a pale blue luminous screen that completely shrouded his figure.

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