146: Promoted to Grade A!

A Flying Sword, like a bolt of lightning, streaked across the sky, bringing with it a biting chill and an undeniable sharpness, heading straight for Han Fei.

Facing this imminent crisis, Han Fei not only showed no fear but straightened his back even more, the brightest stars in the night sky reflected in his deep eyes.

A silent command echoed deep within him, Han Fei closed his eyes and concentrated, his mind immersed in a vast Universe, where the power of the Five Elements, like sleeping Dragons, was awakened; the softness of water, the intensity of fire, the stability of earth, the lightness of wind, the ferocity of thunder—these primal forces of nature surged within his body, responding to his call.

As he slowly raised his hands, these elemental forces seemed to be drawn by an invisible pull, converging from all directions, weaving a colorful tapestry around him, finally intertwining and fusing to form an elemental barrier, both brilliant and solid, like the most splendid rainbow across the horizon, spanning between him and the Flying Sword.

The collision of the Star Sword and the elemental barrier was like the struggle between a Heavenly God and a giant beast in ancient myths; the deafening roar echoed between heaven and earth, and the light was so strong that it could dispel all gloom, bathing the entire battlefield in a holy radiance.

In this baptism of light, Han Fei's Soul underwent a profound transformation; he seemed to Transmigrate through the long river of time, glimpsing the Profound Truth of magic's essence—a power that transcended material boundaries and touched the depths of the Soul.

The faint yet confident smile on his lips was an sublimation of self-awareness and a premonition of the coming victory.

Taking another deep breath of the cold air, Han Fei cast aside all distracting thoughts, dedicating himself entirely to the art of this battle.

He guided the immense power within the elemental barrier, like a sculptor carving a work of art, condensing and refining these elemental forces, finally transforming them into an enormous elemental sword.

This sword, both the crystallization of the Five Elements' power and the manifestation of Han Fei's will, flowed with multicolored light, possessing both the mysterious unpredictability of nature and the majestic solemnity of a king, pointing directly at the restless Demon Race phantoms attempting to invade this peaceful land.

The elemental sword tore through the Void Realm, its trajectory elegant and deadly, like the brightest meteor in the night sky; where it passed, the sound of air being ripped apart was clearly audible, leaving behind trails of whistling.

When this elemental sword, carrying Han Fei's boundless will and pure power, touched the Demon Race phantoms, those originally ferocious and twisted figures seemed to encounter the purest light in the world, instantly losing all malice and substance, transforming into specks of gentle luminescence, finally dissipating into the vast Void Realm, leaving only peace and tranquility.

However, the Demon Race's offensive surged forth again like an inexhaustible dark tide.

This time, the appearance of the Demon Race phantoms was like ghosts in the night, numerous, fierce in attack, and extremely cunning.

Facing this overwhelming threat, Han Fei's eyes showed no retreat, only a will as firm as rock.

The staff in his hand, an ancient and mysterious Divine Artifact, now radiated a multicolored light, as if it were the brightest star in the night sky.

Han Fei took a deep breath, softly uttering a spell, a secret language originating from ancient times, containing the Profound Truths of nature.

Fire, water, earth, light, and darkness, the five major elements stirred restlessly at his command, as if responding to their master's call, ready to display their boundless power.

In an instant, the sky was occupied by rolling fire tornadoes; the flames, like angry Dragons, swept across the battlefield with heat sufficient to incinerate everything, devouring the Demon Race phantoms into nothingness.

The air was filled with a charred smell, accompanied by desperate wails—the last proof of the Demon Race's painful struggle in the flames.

Immediately after, clear and powerful streams of water surged from Han Fei's fingertips, converging into roaring water Dragons; they flexibly and fiercely charged towards the Demon Race, tearing the phantoms into fragments with a gentle yet irresistible force, turning them into nothingness.

The earth trembled beneath his feet; thick earth walls and sharp stone spikes seemed to come alive, at Han Fei's command, sometimes forming an impregnable defense, sometimes transforming into sharp spearheads, striking at the Demon Race's vital points. The phantoms crumbled before this primal and powerful force, ultimately returning to dust.

At the same time, pure and dazzling beams of light burst forth from Han Fei's staff; like arrows from the heavens, they accurately pierced through the shields of the Demon Race assassins and mages, delivering fatal blows. Light-elemental magic not only wove an invisible armor for Han Fei but also became the sharpest sword in his hand.

And above all this, Han Fei also controlled the profound and unfathomable power of darkness; it spread silently like an invisible giant net, enveloping the entire battlefield in an atmosphere of oppression and fear.

Under the erosion of this power, the Demon Race phantoms gradually lost their will to fight, becoming slow and fragile, eventually falling one by one beneath Han Fei's Super-Tier Magic.

The battle lasted a long time, Han Fei's figure appearing exceptionally solitary and resilient amidst the interplay of light and shadow.

His staff was like a palette, constantly changing colors; each incantation was an ultimate performance of the art of magic.

Though the Demon Race phantoms surged like a tide, their attacks growing fiercer, Han Fei, relying on his deep understanding and control of the elements, and his unyielding will, gradually revealed the dawn of victory in this seemingly desperate battle.

Seeing the Demon Race attack again, Han Fei gripped the ancient staff, which once more emitted a deep, faint gray glow, like the dimmest star in the night sky, presaging ill omen and an end.

Death elements quietly gathered in this subtle light, weaving into wisps of an invisible, intangible yet heart-stopping aura of death in his palm.

This aura, like a silent grim reaper, swept silently across the battlefield, bringing a chillingly cold mist that slowly encroached upon the lifeblood of every Demon Race phantom; their life fires seemed to be quietly extinguished at this moment, their bodies withered, eventually turning into nothingness, returning to dust.

Facing this spread of death, the Demon Race's offensive not only did not retreat but instead ignited the wildness and despair in their bones, making their attacks even more fierce, almost insane.

Han Fei knew clearly in his heart that this was the enemy's desperate struggle, and he must give his all, allowing no mistakes.

So, he quickly chanted an ancient and complex spell, and his staff glowed with a warm and deep amber light, a sign that the sand element was responding to his call.

Under Han Fei's guidance, a vast, boundless desert appeared out of thin air; every grain of sand in the desert seemed to be imbued with spirituality, swirling and dancing in the air, finally condensing into countless incredibly sharp sand blades.

These sand blades, like a desert storm, cut mercilessly through the bodies of the Demon Race phantoms with a sharp whistling sound, tearing them to shreds; only wails and despair remained on the battlefield.

Immediately after, Han Fei's staff changed again, an orange light suddenly erupting, like the splendor of the rising sun; it was the boiling and fury of the lava element.

As he gestured, the earth began to tremble, as if unable to bear the anger from the deep core of the earth; countless hot lava, like a torrent, spewed from the fissures, sweeping across the entire battlefield with heat and destructive power sufficient to incinerate everything.

The Demon Race phantoms, like fragile paper, were instantly melted away before this irresistible force, leaving only a faint smell of char in the air, proving their former existence.

However, the battle did not end there.

Han Fei's staff glowed again, this time a deep and mysterious dark purple, the color of the Aether element, one of the oldest and most powerful forces in the Universe.

Under his control, waves of energy, as brilliant as starlight, formed; they traversed space, penetrated matter, each wave carrying a powerful force capable of shaking the Soul, easily piercing through the shields and defenses of the Demon Race phantoms, defeating them one by one.

Han Fei's offensive was continuous like a tide; each swing of his staff carried resolve and decisiveness, giving the Demon Race phantoms no room to breathe.

A pale blue glow flickered at the tip of the staff, like the light frost appearing on a winter lake, heralding the arrival of severe cold.

Ice elements responded to the call, condensing around Han Fei into crystalline ice shards, which then, under his precise control, rapidly solidified into incredibly sharp ice cones.

The cold Qi contained within the ice cones was enough to instantly freeze the water vapor in the air; they cut through the sky, carrying a biting chill, accurately piercing the bodies of the Demon Race phantoms, freezing them into lifelike ice sculptures.

Han Fei's low chant sounded, like a spell to break an ice-sealed world; the ice sculptures shattered with a roar, turning into ice shards flying everywhere, sparkling with cold light, slowly drifting down.

Before the enemy could react, Han Fei had already changed his strategy again; a green light flickered on his staff, like vibrant young leaves in spring, yet hiding a deadly threat.

Poison elements gathered at his command, gradually forming a thick, dark green poisonous mist, as if it could corrode all life.

The poisonous mist quickly covered the battlefield; the Demon Race phantoms struggled painfully within it, their skin began to peel, bones exposed, eventually falling helplessly, completely eroded by the poisonous mist, turning into piles of indistinct remains.

Immediately after, Han Fei's staff radiated a crimson, blood-like glow; it was the anger and frenzy of the blood element.

Crimson energy gathered in his hand, forming whip-like strands; each whip shadow contained destructive power capable of tearing space.

These energy whips mercilessly lashed at the Demon Race phantoms; each strike was accompanied by the dull sound of flesh tearing, until they completely turned into nothingness. Han Fei displayed astonishing control over the blood element, causing the Demon Race's offensive to stall for a time.

Just as the battle reached its climax, the night sky was suddenly pierced by a dazzling Star Sword; the sword light, imbued with holiness and majesty, pointed directly at Han Fei, like a divine punishment.

Facing this sudden challenge, Han Fei took a deep breath, his eyes revealing determination and unyielding spirit.

He knew this was the ultimate test of his will and strength. So, he closed his eyes and concentrated, once again fusing the ice, poison, and blood elemental powers he had previously used, converging them into a vast and splendid elemental barrier before his chest.

The collision of the Star Sword and the elemental barrier was like the sun and moon shining together, shaking heaven and earth; strong light overflowed, illuminating the entire battlefield, and even the air seemed to be filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere.

In this baptism of light, Han Fei felt an unprecedented peace and strength; he deeply realized that true magic was not only about the competition of power but also about the purification of the Soul and the enlightenment of wisdom.

At this moment, he seemed to resonate with all things, comprehending the true meaning of magic.

He slowly took a deep breath, as if to draw every wisp of the surrounding world's breath into his chest, allowing his Soul to establish the purest connection with the elemental forces of nature.

He could clearly feel the elemental barrier gently trembling around him, responding to his call like a living entity.

Then, he concentrated, transforming the power within this meticulously constructed elemental barrier through a series of complex and ingenious processes, converging it into an unprecedentedly powerful force.

Under his guidance, this power gradually solidified into a gigantic and brilliant elemental sword.

This sword was extraordinary; it fused all the elements of nature.

The scorching heat of fire, the flexibility of water, the stability of earth, the agility of wind, and miraculously incorporated the ferocity of lightning, the coldness of frost, the vitality of wood, the indestructibility of metal, the holiness of light, the profundity of darkness, the mystery of the Soul, the flow of time, the vastness of space, the sharpness of mind, the boiling of blood, the deadliness of venom, the abrasiveness of sand, the scorching heat of lava, the Void Realm of Aether, the absolute zero of ice, and the essence of many other elements.

Each wisp of elemental power was like a spirit with its own consciousness, leaping and intertwining within the sword body, forming colorful and powerful images.

When this elemental sword, containing the Profound Truths of the multi-Universe, carved an elegant and majestic trajectory in the air, the immense power it carried almost made the surrounding air tremble.

Where the sword tip pointed was the end of all things. In an instant, that sword light, like the light of dawn, cut through the night sky, striking the core of the Demon Race phantoms.

These phantoms, under the sharpness of the elemental sword, trembled and twisted as if shadows illuminated by the purest light, eventually turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating into nothingness.

With the annihilation of the last Demon Race phantom, the clamor and chaos on the battlefield gradually subsided, replaced by an almost sacred tranquility.

Han Fei stood proudly in the center of the battlefield, panting heavily, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, as if in this battle, he had not only defeated external enemies but also conquered his inner fears and limits.

He could feel that the elemental power within him, after a fierce battle, was slowly returning to balance, each pulsation stronger and more harmonious than before.

At the same time, Luna Fairy Spirit's figure also appeared.

She clapped her small hands gently and smiled, "Congratulations, you've finally become an A-Rank Expert!"