Arcane Journey

In the dim wizard's tower, only a few flickering oil lamps illuminate this ancient and mysterious area.

Brian reached out his hand unconsciously and took out a small bottle of mellow and sweet wine from his dimensional bag filled with rare treasures.

He hid far away in a corner, transformed into a carefree spectator, observing the battle between the legendary wizards with great interest.

At this moment, although the two great wizards had been fighting fiercely for a long time due to new and old grudges, they still could not determine the real winner.

Even Brian, a bystander, couldn't tell who had the upper hand.

Their fight is not so much a battle of wits as it is a calculation between each other to see who has the most cunning minds and who has the dirtiest heart.

Brian secretly thought that if this was really the case, then Vizlan might have a certain advantage.

Vizlan, the legendary wizard, not only has a dirty heart, but also a heart that is bottomless and dark like the abyss.

A strange light began to bloom in Vizlan's palm. It started as a faint fluorescence and quickly expanded until it illuminated the entire space inside the tower.

The light contained the power of destruction, as if it could tear apart the void and devour all obstacles in its way.

A determined smile appeared on Vizlan's face, which was the confidence in victory and the final mockery to the enemy.

"Now, let us end this, my old friend." His deep voice echoed in the Mage Tower, and every word was filled with irresistible power.

The air around them began to distort, as if even space was trembling for the upcoming decisive battle.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Even Brian stopped drinking the wine in his hand. His eyes unconsciously focused on that point of light, looking forward to the final decision.

There was a flash of light and an explosion, followed by a roar.

Sparks flew out, and without any warning, the lich was hit by the gorgeous and strange light on the spot. Under the terrible impact force, its skeleton flew backwards and smashed into a pile of dusty books. Even a small piece of bone in the lich's right arm was broken.

The lich, the shadowy existence that was once so powerful, had nowhere to hide in this brilliant and strange light. The terrible impact was like a raging wave, mercilessly throwing its withered body into the air, and finally crashing into the dusty pile of pages, with dust and smoke rising everywhere. Even the right arm, which symbolized power and curse, was broken into pieces of bone in this blow, looking particularly desolate.

Brian witnessed all this with great shock, and followed Vizlan's puzzling movements closely. Vizlan's strange light, like an unpredictable dream, suddenly turned into a dark green flame. The flame seemed to contain an ancient and deep power, and with a greedy desire to devour everything, it rushed straight into the depths of the lich's empty eye sockets.

Like the Eye of the Abyss, it attempts to completely drown the lich's flickering soul fire and take control of this broken body and the ancient secrets it carries.

"That shouldn't be the case. These two old Bidens are both very dirty-hearted. How could this old guy be finished so soon?" Brian stared at the lich's painful struggle, the soul fire in his eyes flickered, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

However, Brian shook his head slightly, feeling uneasy.

I always feel that things are not as simple as I imagined. There may be a deeper conspiracy hidden under the undercurrent. The fact is just as Brian predicted. The dark green flame released by Vizlan is gradually eroding the soul fire in the lich's eyes.

At this critical moment, the magic notebook that had fallen to the ground at some point suddenly floated up on its own and hovered in the air, like a mysterious eye, quietly watching everything below.

The cover of the notebook glowed with a faint gray light, which formed a sharp contrast with the dim environment around it.

It slowly opened, and page after page of ancient and mysterious spells and rituals appeared in Brian's sight one after another.

Soon, the magic notebook froze on one of its pages as if frozen in time. Then, a pale six-pointed star array quietly emerged, like the most mysterious star in the night sky, emitting a heart-pounding light.

What followed was a huge palm that seemed to be made up of force field energy and negative energy. It slowly condensed and took shape from the hexagram magic circle. Its strange texture seemed to be a physical existence, yet it seemed to be integrated into the embrace of the void, making people marvel at the wonder and profundity of magic.

At this moment, Vizlan was concentrating on fighting a fierce battle with the burning soul fire in the lich's eyes. His eyes were firm, his movements were agile, and every step he took revealed his unyielding will. It was obvious that he would not give up until he completely controlled the lich.

Unfortunately, all these efforts seem so fragile and powerless in the face of a sudden slap.

The huge palm carried unquestionable power, like an unstoppable gust of wind, and instantly knocked Vizlan to the ground.

He staggered a few steps and finally fell heavily to the ground. Dust was slightly raised by his fall, and even the entire mage tower trembled slightly due to this sudden change.

"It's quite interesting, it's actually a Bigby spell combined with negative energy." Brian's eyes swept across the palm formed by the hexagram magic circle, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He was amazed and looked like he was watching the fun.

Vizlan was knocked unconscious by the slap, and Brian could even hear his groan of pain.

Then he saw Vizlan struggling to stand up.

At the same time, the soul fire in the eyes of the lich on the other side who lost Vizlan's suppression was like an ancient fire that was awakened. From the initial size of a grain of rice, it gradually became more blazing and bright.

This flame was clearly a reflection of the lich's soul, and under Brian's gaze, it dissipated the dark green flames that bound it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a moment, the lich successfully expelled the dark green flames from his eye sockets and successfully regained control of his body.

At this time, Vizlan, who was stunned by the slap, just recovered.

Seeing the ferocious face of the lich, his face suddenly changed. He was about to use his special skills to counterattack again, but unexpectedly, the lich's movements were faster than he expected.

The lich suddenly raised his cracked arm and pointed it at Vizlan like lightning. In an instant, a flashing white beam of light pierced the void like an arrow and accurately hit Vizlan's arm that had just been raised.

Then, the white light seemed to have life, turning into a cold pale flame, along Vizlan's arm, and quickly spreading to his entire body. (End of this chapter)