Lord of Lightning, Mo Fan!

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

"I'll fend them off. You two figure out a plan," Mo Fan said.

"How are you going to do that? You are as useless as us when you can't use your Advanced Spells. Shouldn't we be thinking of a way to run away?" Zhao Manyan shot back.

Zhao Manyan had the habit of uttering nonsense whenever he was nervous.

He had put on a set of Pangolin Beast Armor. A blue light was shining down on them from above, like a glowing pangolin was shielding them with its body.

The Wind Gear Wheel kept grinding at the barrier. It started cracking in no time, making Zhao Manyan even more nervous.

The situation was no joke. They were completely surrounded by a regiment. They were just like the Five Heroes on Langya Mountain, but there were only three of them!

"Lightning Crow!"