Arcane Journey

Immediately afterwards, the arrow of light released by Vizlan, like a cunning demon, turned into a strange black mist.

The black fog was like a surging tide, spreading madly over the lich's body at a speed visible to the naked eye. Every inch of it seemed to be tightly entangled by the tentacles of darkness, making a "sizzling" sound, as if the black fog was greedily devouring the lich's vitality.

In the blink of an eye, the black mist completely enveloped the body of the lich. The lich's already eerie figure was now completely swallowed up by the darkness, leaving only a creepy black mist that slowly rolled and permeated the air...

Faced with such a bizarre attack, the lich remained indifferent and seemed to have completely lost control.

When Vizlan saw that his magic had temporarily controlled the lich, he had a flash of doubt about the lich's strange appearance, but the situation was urgent and he didn't have time to think too much.

He suddenly flew up like an agile falcon and pounced towards the magic notebook that was emitting a mysterious light. The light was like a beacon in the dark night, attracting all his attention.

The moment Vizlan's eager palm touched the magic notebook, it seemed to trigger some evil mechanism, and the strange red mist instantly enveloped him like a surging tide.

This strange fog was as red as blood, and emitted a pungent and sickening smell, like the breath of a demon from the abyss.

However, at this moment, this magic notebook exuding mysterious power has been firmly grasped in his hands with his strong will and firm hands.

Vizlan clenched his teeth, the muscles on his face twisted in pain, and endured the erosion of the strange red mist like countless spikes, chanting obscure spells one after another.

Afterwards, his palm was like a volcano about to erupt, gradually bursting out with powerful magic power, which rushed towards the magic notebook like a torrent, and began to suppress the restless energy in the magic notebook.

As Vizlan concentrated on struggling with the magic notebook, the magic notebook seemed to be grasped by an invisible magic hand. It was gradually suppressed by him, and the frequency of trembling became less and less.

At this moment, Vizlan seemed to have used up all his strength and raised his other hand with difficulty. The veins on that hand were bulging due to the force and were coiled around his arm like a twisted vine.

Without hesitation, he tore open the pages of the book like a determined warrior carrying out his final mission, and then without hesitation, threw the fragments of the magic notebook into a burning magic brazier.

The flames in the brazier were like nimble fire snakes, jumping and rolling, emitting blazing light.

At this moment, Brian's eyes were fixed on the magic notebook.

I saw this magic notebook, which still exuded a mysterious glow even after being torn, being gently yet ruthlessly surrounded by the colorful flames in the brazier.

These flames were like a group of greedy wolves, quickly devouring every inch of the magic notebook.

Under Brian's fixed gaze, the magic notebook was like a candle in the wind, burning into ashes in an instant. The ashes were like a group of lost elves, floating in the air, carrying a trace of helplessness and sadness.

Then, Brian's sharp eyes caught new changes.

As the magic notebook was burned to ashes, the lich, which was originally surrounded by strange black air, looked like an ancient castle eroded by time. Dense cracks appeared all over its body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the cracks crisscrossed like a spider web.

In a moment, the lich collapsed like a sand sculpture in the strong wind, turning into a pile of flying dust, drifting away in this silent space, as if it had never existed.

In this deathly silence, Vizlan painfully closed his tired eyes, like a traveler who had experienced many hardships and finally found a harbor to rest, his face full of fatigue and pain. Seeing this, Brian nodded thoughtfully, and he didn't expect that the magic notebook turned out to be the lich's life box.

However, what puzzled him was why at the last moment, the lich of the Chief Archmage Haizhuof lost control and stood there motionless like a puppet.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to determine the outcome so quickly based on Vizlan's strength alone.

'Could it be that……'

Brian frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized that the reason for this might be that something major had happened in the city of Ancient Orens.

"That's right..."

After struggling for a long time in the suffocating abyss of pain, Vizlan finally escaped from the endless pain like a trapped beast breaking free from a cage.

He sighed deeply, and the sigh was like a breath of foul air that had been accumulated for a long time, carrying fatigue and helplessness, slowly drifting in the air.

There was a glimmer of insight in Vizlan's deep eyes, and he obviously guessed what Brian was thinking.

Then, he spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, like an ancient bell echoing in an empty hall, "Ancient Orens City..."

Having said that, Vizlan paused for a moment unconsciously. This brief silence was like the calm before a storm, which made people's hearts tighten involuntarily.

After a while, he continued slowly, "Ancient Orens City has indeed undergone a major change."

After saying this, Vizlan raised his hand with difficulty. This hand seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, and every movement seemed so strenuous.

He pointed lightly at the brazier whose flames had long since gone out.

Accompanied by a magical light that was as brilliant as a dream, as dazzling as a shooting star across the night sky, the brazier that had been extinguished began to burn with a bright orange flame again.

The flames jumped happily, like a group of nimble elves dancing, dispelling the surrounding darkness bit by bit.

At the same time, the magic notes that were burned to ashes by the flames also emitted faint blue light under the influence of mysterious magic power.

These spots of light were like flickering fireflies, floating gently in the air, and then slowly condensed into a mirror-like existence, like a crystal clear crystal, floating in the center of the flame.

Then, Brian's attention was unconsciously drawn to the magic crystal that looked like a mirror in the flame.

As he expected, in this magic mirror, he saw the horrible scene he had guessed. (End of this chapter)