As Mo Fan stepped into the gymnasium, he was greeted by a chaotic scene: a shattered vending machine, spilled water, and a fainted girl sprawled on the floor, seemingly in a vulnerable state. He quickly checked on her—she was alive but weakened.
"Lingling, there's a girl at the entrance who needs help. She's in rough shape, and her clothes are missing," he informed her through his earpiece. After a brief check, he left her in Lingling's care and moved deeper into the building.
Lingling, monitoring through surveillance, grew uneasy. She questioned whether it was wise for a student to handle such a dangerous situation. But Mo Fan was already making headway, undeterred by the risks. What he didn't realize, however, was that Ye Chenfeng's earlier confrontation had attracted nearby demons, drawing them toward the gymnasium. Just as Mo Fan proceeded down a dark hallway, three scaly-skinned demons silently dropped from the ceiling, targeting him with their razor-sharp claws.
He heard a rapid bang, bang, bang before he even had time to react. Sacred energy illuminated the passage as three holy light bullets struck the demons, burning away their scales and purging their grotesque forms. Mo Fan blinked in surprise. Three down in an instant? That's impressive. He looked up to see Zhao Manyan holding a gleaming gun.
"Mo Fan," Zhao Manyan smirked, striking a proud pose. Mo Fan looked at Zhao's gun, then silently took out his own. He'd nearly forgotten he, too, was armed, surrounded as he was by magic users.
Zhao Manyan, noticing Mo Fan's weapon, snatched it out of curiosity. "Wait, you have one too? I thought I was the only one with this gear."
"Well, it's from Ye Chenfeng," Mo Fan replied with a grin. They shared a quick update, and Zhao Manyan suggested rallying some help from nearby mages.
"Good idea," Mo Fan agreed, and the two headed towards a nearby basketball court. But just as they approached, Lingling's voice sounded in Mo Fan's earpiece: "Stop! That court is swarming with monsters!"
Alarmed, Mo Fan grabbed Zhao Manyan. "Stop! Those aren't allies—they're undercover demons!" But before they could turn back, the demons within the court sensed them and transformed, charging at the duo.
Cursing, Zhao Manyan raised his gun and fired a barrage of holy light bullets. "So, what's the plan now?" he asked.
"We don't have reinforcements, but…" Mo Fan thought of Ye Chenfeng. "He's already inside and should be able to help. We just need to find him." He called Ye Chenfeng, but there was no answer. Undeterred, he urged Zhao to move forward.
Inside the venue, they found the area blanketed in frost. All the demons stood frozen in eerie silence, transformed into ice sculptures.
Zhao Manyan looked around in awe. "Incredible—a high-level mage who's mastered a domain!"
"Seriously?" Mo Fan marveled, realizing the extent of Ye Chenfeng's power.
Lingling, listening remotely, was baffled. A high-level mage with a domain?
As the two surveyed the frozen battlefield, they spotted Ye Chenfeng. Exhausted, he had expended most of his energy in casting the spell and nodded to them, indicating they could take over. He slipped into the shadows to recover, knowing he had done his part.
Outside, Lingling coordinated the final cleanup, calling for medical help for the injured. As the emergency crew arrived, they found a strange sight—warriors stripped of their clothes in the icy gym.
"What the—" one responder exclaimed. "Get some clothes for these poor guys!"
With the battle over and no casualties, everyone exhaled in relief. The scene, though chaotic, was a victory, a testament to both teamwork and the power of those willing to risk everything.