Arcane Journey

Then, in Brian's sight, the Slaadi suddenly opened its bloody mouth, its fangs sharp, as if it could tear apart all barriers of negative energy.

In an instant, the tentacles formed by negative energy around the lich gradually became blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye, like morning mist being penetrated by sunlight and gradually dissipating.

The edges of these tentacles first became blurred, and then they completely disintegrated, transforming into streams of negative energy that were swallowed up by the Death Toad.

After swallowing all the negative energy, the Sla Death Toad burped with satisfaction. The sound echoed in the empty cave, carrying a bit of pride and satisfaction.

It patted its round belly with enjoyment, its bulging eyes sparkling with satisfaction, as if it had really enjoyed a sumptuous meal, and its whole body exuded satisfaction and comfort.

At this moment, the Death Slaad seemed to have become the master of this world of negative energy, and its existence made the surrounding air tremble.

"It seems that this battle has just begun."

Seeing this, Brian shook his head slightly and quickly withdrew from the battle area between the two.

As the Death Slaadi neutralized the Lich's attack, a blinding flash of light suddenly burst out from Vizlan's fingertips. The light was like a meteor streaking through the night sky, brilliant and short-lived, but it illuminated the entire battlefield in an instant.

The formation of the wall of light was a miraculous moment. It was like an invisible giant hand, furiously devouring the few remaining but still struggling negative energy tentacles of the lich.

The tentacles twisted and struggled in vain in front of the light wall, like a wail in despair, and finally turned into starlight and dissipated into the void.

"Death Slaadi? Is this the gift you prepared for me? It looks like nothing special. It just slightly restricts my negative energy spells."

Seeing that Vizlan had successfully resolved his attack, the lich simply shrugged nonchalantly, and its bony fingers began to silently gather another burst of energy.

Then, the magic notebook that was shining with the hexagram array began to glow again.

Seeing the lich's nonchalant look and the way he raised his hand to attack casually, Vizlan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, became solemn again, as if dark clouds were pressing down on him and the air around him seemed to freeze. A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, as if he was facing an awakened beast, which was frightening. Brian, who was watching the battle, could even clearly see that Vizlan's forehead was covered with sweat at a speed visible to the naked eye, like morning dew wetting the fragile tip of a leaf, foreshadowing the coming storm.

Vizlan took a deep breath, then quickly and decisively reached into the robe intricately embroidered with ancient runes, and carefully took out several small amulets that were emitting faint light.

These amulets glowed mysteriously in the dim wizard tower, as if they were carrying ancient power and curse.

However, just when Brian was interested in seeing what effect these magic amulets would produce, these amulets suddenly disappeared from Vizlan's hands, leaving only a faint afterimage, as if they were gently wiped out by time.

"It's impossible for them to just disappear out of thin air." Brian shook his head slightly and said to himself, "And the moment these magic amulets disappeared, I could already feel a trace of spatial fluctuation energy floating past. Although it was so weak that it was hard to detect, I still felt it."

Brian didn't think any more, and saw the lich condense another spell, and the dark energy swirled around him like a whirlpool in the abyss, ready to give Vizlan a fatal blow. At this critical moment, a dazzling red energy beam appeared in front of the lich like a meteor streaking through the night sky, and hit its shoulder accurately and quickly.

The red light flashed and disappeared, but left a deep scar. The lich's body shook slightly. It was obvious that this was not an ordinary attack.

At the same time, in the hexagram array of the magic notebook, a ghostly magic arm stretched forward in a shocking manner, emitting a faint blue light, and its fingers were slender and powerful, as if they could reach the depths of the soul, leaving strange marks, emitting a bone-chilling chill, and attacked Vizlan.

"Shadow energy?" A hint of surprise flashed across Vizlan's eyes. "It seems that you are proficient in more than just negative energy. Could it be that you have reached some kind of deal with the Lady of the Night?" His tone was full of curiosity and a subtle vigilance.

Just as the shadow tentacles condensed by the lich were like poisonous snakes in the dark night, ready to deal a fatal blow to Vizlan, suddenly, a silver and blue interwoven energy wave shield descended like a guardian angel, hanging in front of Vizlan and building an indestructible line of defense for him.

However, what Vizlan did not expect was that the shadow arm that attacked him did not retreat. Instead, it just shook gently, swinging it slowly and randomly in a leisurely manner.

There was even a hint of teasing in its movements, as if it was saying, "Those methods of yours won't work on me."

What is even more surprising is that the target of this shadow arm is not Vizlan, but the Death Slaadi behind him.

"Oops!"

When Vizlan realized the lich's target, his face changed. He turned around abruptly and quickly formed seals with his hands, preparing to cast a magic barrier that could block the disaster.

Unfortunately, at this critical moment, a sudden, sharp, piercing, soul-tearing scream suddenly erupted from the ancient and mysterious hexagram magic circle in the center of the spread-out magic notebook.

This sound was not only a violent auditory shock, but also like an ancient and evil force that directly invaded his spiritual realm, making the space around him tremble as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

The spell was so bizarre and powerful that even Brian, who was known for his calmness, couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart and an indescribable sense of palpitations.

Although it had no effect on Brian, it still unconsciously triggered the mental barrier defense he had set up for himself in advance.

Even Brian was like this, let alone Vizlan who was hit directly.

The drow mage was directly shocked by the mental attack and was stunned on the spot.

Then, the arm that stretched out from the shadow changed direction strangely, like a puppet controlled by invisible threads, and launched a fierce attack on Vizlan again.

This time, the attack not only carried the breath of death, but also endless hatred and despair. Each tentacle seemed to have its own consciousness. They twisted and stretched in the air, with the terrifying power to tear apart space, and pressed towards Vizlan step by step. (End of this chapter)