Chapter 132: Failure to merge?
“Roar! Roar! Roar!!!”
Although the Fire Red Spider was severely wounded by Mo Fan, its tenacious Commander Level vitality meant it wasn't immediately destroyed. Its massive body trembled violently, yet it still forced itself upright, its eight blazing eyes locking onto Mo Fan with terrifying hostility.
Even heavily injured—
it was still a Commander Level creature.
The ground beneath it cracked again as it slammed its limbs forward, its massive body lunging with overwhelming force, as if it intended to crush Mo Fan in one final desperate attack!
However, at this moment, the flames around Mo Fan did not spread outward recklessly.
Instead—
they condensed.
They gathered tightly around him, as if being compressed by an invisible force. The surrounding air grew heavy, distorted by the intense heat, yet strangely, the flames themselves appeared calmer… more refined.
At the same time, intricate outlines of star maps appeared around Mo Fan.
One after another.
Fast.
Too fast.
Seven star maps rapidly connected, forming a constellation with astonishing precision. Where an ordinary mage would require nearly eight seconds to complete such a spell under pressure—
Mo Fan only needed three.
But just as the constellation was forming—
a small figure drifted forward.
The Flame Belle.
Her tiny body flickered with pure flames, her aura far more stable than before after her recent breakthrough. Without hesitation, she moved toward Mo Fan, as if responding instinctively to his casting.
Mo Fan didn’t stop her.
The moment she touched him—
the flames changed.
They deepened.
They intensified.
But most importantly—
they became controlled.
The fire no longer surged wildly outward, but instead compressed inward, growing denser, sharper, more destructive.
It was no longer just fire.
It was refined fire.
At the same time—
a faint crackle echoed in the air.
The Lightning Belle appeared.
She hovered nearby, her small body emitting unstable arcs of violet lightning. Her attention was locked onto Mo Fan and the Flame Belle, clearly reacting to the surge of power.
She drifted closer.
Then closer.
The sparks around her intensified.
The Flame Belle noticed.
The two small figures aligned—
for a brief moment.
Fire.
Lightning.
They touched.
Mo Fan’s body tensed instantly.
The two energies intertwined for less than a second—
before violently rejecting each other!
“CRACK—!!!”
A burst of unstable energy exploded outward, distorting the surrounding space. The Lightning Belle was pushed back immediately, her body flickering erratically as if angered, while the Flame Belle remained steady, her flames unwavering.
The fusion—
failed.
Mo Fan’s eyes flickered slightly.
“…So that’s how it is.”
Even in that brief moment, he understood something.
If the two elements could truly merge—
If lightning and fire could coexist without rejection—
Then the power produced would far exceed ordinary magic.
This was no longer just about stronger spells.
This was something entirely new.
A new path.
Fusion Magic.
The idea flashed through his mind—
but Mo Fan immediately suppressed it.
Now was not the time to experiment.
The Fire Red Spider had already reached him.
Its massive limb came crashing down, carrying enough force to shatter the ground entirely!
Mo Fan stepped forward instead of retreating.
The constellation completed.
“Fiery Fist!!!”
But this time—
it wasn’t the same.
The flames didn’t spread outward.
They condensed into a massive, blazing core, dragging a long trail of fire behind it like a meteor descending from the sky!
The speed—
was terrifying.
The Fire Red Spider didn’t even have time to react.
“BOOM!!!!”
The Meteorite Fist slammed directly into its body.
Its defenses shattered instantly.
The flames didn’t explode outward—
they penetrated.
They drilled into its body, tearing through its structure from within.
The Fire Red Spider let out a piercing shriek, its massive body trembling violently as cracks spread across its entire form.
But Mo Fan didn’t stop.
Not even for a moment.
The instant the first attack landed—
he moved again.
Shadow flickered beneath his feet as he repositioned instantly, avoiding the creature’s desperate counterattack.
At the same time—
flames gathered again.
Three seconds.
Again.
No hesitation.
No delay.
“Fiery Fist!!!”
Another Meteorite Fist tore through the air, even faster than the first, striking the exact weakened area from before.
“BOOM!!!”
The Fire Red Spider’s body could no longer withstand the damage.
Its Commander-level vitality prolonged its suffering—but it could not save it.
The structure collapsed.
Its limbs gave out.
Its massive body slammed into the ground, sending shockwaves across the surrounding area.
Above the battlefield—
the Lightning Belle hovered.
Still.
Silent.
Her sparks flickered slowly now.
Clearly displeased.
She had tried to merge.
She had been rejected.
She had been left out of the fight.
Mo Fan didn’t look at her.
But he spoke anyway.
“Next one’s yours.”
The Lightning Belle paused.
Then—
a small spark snapped outward.
Satisfied.
Below—
the Fire Red Spider’s body finally disintegrated under the remaining flames, turning into charred remains.
The surrounding charcoal wood suffered immense destruction due to the spread of the flames, turning into ash.
One battle ended.
And Mo Fan stood there—
completely composed.
His injuries were still there.
The pain was real.
But his control—
had not faltered for even a moment.
He was also a bit foolish.
In a place like this, without the presence of other lesser demons, there was no need to think—there must be other powerful demons present!
In the wild, one truly couldn't be careless in the slightest.
Everything here—
was fatal.
This time, it served as a reminder to Mo Fan.
The spider demon Commander was quite pitiful.
After dealing with it, it was just some ordinary materials, and only a wisp of a remnant soul.
But just as Mo Fan felt dissatisfied—
he suddenly realized something.
There were no other demons here.
This was its territory.
And it was not long after a fire tribulation.
So it was very possible…?
Treasure.
Mo Fan’s eyes sharpened immediately.
Without hesitation—
he moved.