"And you, Haydoff, this is the second time." Weizlan looked at the Lich who walked out of the portal, his words were full of mockery and disdain, and his light red eyes were like sharp blades, looking directly at the soul fire hidden in the lich's eyes.

Then he raised his hand and drew a shining mark in the air, which seemed to be activated by some kind of restriction in the Mage Tower.

As Vizlan raised his hand, Brian, who turned into a melon-eating crowd, soon noticed that a ripples floated in the entire mage tower, and the magical aura emitted seemed to block the surrounding space, making it impossible for him to use any teleportation spells to escape from this place.

Not only was the Lich not surprised by Vizlan's actions, but instead, a terrifying smile unconsciously appeared on the face made of bones and continued to press forward step by step.

Its smile was like a ghost fire in the abyss of the underworld, flashing with a cold and strange light, and it seemed to express an inexplicable expectation for Vizlan's challenge.

Seeing the lich getting closer and closer to him, Vizlan frowned again, and his arms waved a series of complex gestures at extremely fast speed.

At the same time, he began to recite a series of obscure mantras, which echoed in the air like ancient mantras, and each syllable seemed to contain endless magical energy.

Immediately afterwards, a glittering glow barrier suddenly appeared around Vezra, like a dazzling light curtain wrapped him tightly. The glow barrier shone with a strange magical aura, twisting like a living creature, flickering, emitting a heart-wrenching breath.

Seeing that Vizra had already taken action, the Lich waved his hands in response without being outdone.

After the meal, Brian's eyes were attracted by the lich again. He felt the rich negative energy in the air. The lich seemed to have cast a high-ring spell. Although with Brian's spell recognition ability, he could not tell what self-created spell the other party was casting, but he could pass the spell fluctuations in the air. It felt that this spell was a bit similar to the effect of cleavage.

I saw that the magic energy condensed by the cleavage was cleverly transformed by the lich in an instant, forming a pale and cold ghost fire. The ghost fire was like the breath of death, and with endless chill, it hit Vizra's barrier.

The moment the barrier touched the ghost fire, it seemed like it encountered an irresistible force, and began to tremble and disintegrate until it broke into countless tiny flashing dust.

These dust leaped in the air, like sparks when the bonfire was about to burn out, flashing, jumping, and finally dissipating invisibly.

As the barrier was defeated, a hint of sneer appeared on its dead bones as the lich looked at Vizlan.

"You think you are very smart, my old friend Wizlan, and unfortunately, you are not my opponent in the Warlock Academy or the Family Battle and will always be trampled by me."

Before Vizlan could speak, the lich's hissing whisper came again, "I have to admit that you are indeed extremely smart, but this intelligence is too much used. I have reminded you more than once, but you always regard it as a wind in your ears. Do you think that hiding in the dark and wet corner of the dark area can avoid my sight? Do you think that with your self-righteous head, you can plot against me? How can your ridiculous and stupid schemes make me fall into your trap?"

Although the lich's mouth made of bones made a strange cracking sound, like a rotten branch swaying in the cold wind, Brian could clearly feel the smile and mockery hidden deep in it.

"One thing you need to know is that I am the chief wizard who has been the chief wizard for hundreds of years. The resource brought by my lofty and supreme status is comparable to a guy like you who can only hide in the dark corners and shivering like a mole. Your blind and confident magic has no effect on me at all, but you cannot see through my spell disguise. Is this simple spell now surpassing your ability to understand?"

Wizlan's face became more and more gloomy when he was told by the lich, as if he would be angry at any time, and he would attack him like a storm.

However, what surprised Brian was that although this guy, Vizlan, looked angry on the surface and his body trembled slightly because of his anger, was calm and calm in his deep red eyes, and he was not completely lost in his mind by anger.

"It's useless to say more, let me see what spell achievements you have developed over the years." Weizlan sneered at the corner of her mouth, and slowly raised her hands again, as if she was controlling the invisible silk thread. Seeing this, Brian couldn't help but feel a little nervous and expectant in his heart.

After all, this is a showdown between the two masters Zhuoer who are in office and the current one, who are both in power and in high-level legends. Since I have the opportunity to be a melon-eating crowd here, I must eat this melon until I can't bear it.

In this way, he not only satisfies his curiosity, but also can learn some good magic skills from the fight between the two sides.

These attacks, which seem to be too powerful to avoid, are like fragile porcelain in the eyes of high-level spell casters, shattering at one touch and full of flaws.

Therefore, in the duel between high-level spellcasters, you can often see a series of delicate battles.

They used various low-ring spells, like dancers who shuttled lightly between light and shadow, and with the release speed that was almost impossible to capture by the naked eye, they resolved their opponent's attacks, just as time was slowly flowing at their fingertips.

Each of these spellcasters' attempts is the ultimate pursuit of details and a profound insight into the essence of magic.

Because they understand that true power lies not in external power and shock, but in inner peace and calmness, and precise control of every subtle point.

With the use of Vizlan's spell, the air around seemed to tremble with every movement of Vizlan. The crackling spell energy, like the brightest stars in the night sky, jumped between his slender fingers, condensed, and finally turned into a dazzling magic arrow, cutting through the constraints of the space, and galloping towards the lich with a force that cannot be underestimated.

And when this energy escaped from his hands, Brian also keenly sensed that the light of magical energy also illuminated Vizlan's increasingly worried face.

Obviously, Vizlan is still a little unconfident about this duel.
Chapter completed!