Arcane Journey

——"Arcane Storm!"

An irrepressible mist of light suddenly emerged from Brian's deep eyes, as if two bright stars suddenly lit up the darkness, or like two surging whirlpools, swallowing up all obstacles.

In an instant, a killing storm formed by the interweaving of arcane, psionic and chaos energies rose from the ground, like an angry giant, with an unstoppable force, leaving a deep gully on the ground, like a scar cut by a giant beast.

The storm was like an angry dragon, roaring and screaming, violently crashing into the surrounding twisted and strange illusion space that seemed to be alternating between reality and illusion.

"How... How is it possible? This... This is ridiculous and absolutely impossible! How can you, an insignificant mortal, tear apart the illusion that I have carefully constructed?"

Faced with the terrifying force that was enough to shake the soul, the phantom demon king lurking in the depths of the virtual space had a distorted face as if it was outlined by the most cruel strokes in the world, his eyes were burning with rage, and his anger reached an unprecedented peak, as if he was going to devour the entire world.

His voice was filled with disbelief and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of unwillingness and astonishment. He obviously felt that Brian's ability clearly violated his understanding of the laws of the world and challenged his authority as a demon lord.

In this desperate roar, the figure of the Illusion Demon King seemed to become more hideous and terrifying, and the surrounding space fluctuated, with light and shadow interweaving, like the eve of a storm about to erupt, foreshadowing that the coming changes will be more cruel than any nightmare.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and Brian, who was concentrating on casting the spell, could clearly feel the shock and uneasiness coming from the depths of his soul, and his breathing became unusually heavy.

"Your strength is like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of me, insignificant but still struggling stubbornly. But it is this unyielding spirit that makes me feel an unprecedented threat. Mortal, how dare you challenge me, challenge the impossible!"

As the Demon King spoke, the surrounding scene began to fluctuate violently, as if the boundary between illusion and reality was forcibly torn apart. A heart-pounding force surged in the air, making people wonder whether this was the collapse of the illusion or the awakening of reality?
And Brian, facing this raging rage, revealed in his eyes a kind of determination and indifference that transcended the mundane, as if everything was under his control.

His figure stood tall amid the chaos and destruction, like an unshakable statue of the god of war, inspiring awe.

Faced with the space that began to collapse, crack, and twist, Brian unconsciously sneered, and then an "arcane storm" even more massive than before suddenly erupted.

This attack was obviously different from the last one, because it was not only amplified to its maximum power by the blessing of 'Chaos Surge' and 'Chaos Blessing',
At the same time, Brian also successfully integrated the "Curse Fire" into it.

The combination of these two forces was as if the ultimate truth between heaven and earth was forcibly distorted, releasing unprecedented terrifying energy.

As violent and terrifying energy gushed out of Brian's body, it turned into an energy storm vortex, just like the most terrifying tornado destroying a parking lot. With unmatched momentum, it swept all the undead creatures around it and crushed them in an instant.

The scene was as tragic as the end of the world, and people dared not look directly at it.

In the center of the tornado, you can faintly see a fist-sized dark red flame flashing with a heart-pounding sound.

This flame is none other than the cursed fire that Brian controls. It is as hot and evil as the eyes of a demon. It is with the blessing of the cursed fire that this terrible tornado can exert such a powerful force. It is like the incarnation of Brian's will, wreaking havoc on all forces that hinder it and causing the heaven and earth to change color.

"What is this? Why do I feel a palpitation?"
The Illusion Demon King gazed at the raging tornado, and a surge of shock surged in his heart.

This tornado not only raged wildly in the illusion he had carefully constructed, but also expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an out-of-control beast, devouring everything around it.

The wind howled and the thunder roared, as if the gods were angry and wanted to completely disrupt the order between heaven and earth.

The Phantom Demon King only felt an invisible pressure coming from all directions, causing him to take two steps back, his face as pale as paper.

Although he was a demon lord, he felt an unprecedented threat at this moment, and even his soul was trembling. The tornado was like a violent beast, with its bloody mouth wide open, ready to devour the entire illusion.

The Illusion Demon King only felt a sense of palpitations rising from the bottom of his heart, as if some terrifying existence was slowly awakening and was about to launch a fatal attack on him.

He forced himself to calm his mind and tried to use powerful magic to resist this threat, but that power was as boundless as the ocean, making him feel extremely small and powerless.

The Illusion Demon King knew very well that this sudden disaster was not accidental, but a harbinger of some unknown force.

Faced with this situation, he became timid and no longer had the arrogance he had as a demon lord.

The demon lord had just come to his senses in fear, but before he could take any effective measures, he was swept into the raging storm. The storm was like a thousand knives, ruthlessly washing his body, making him feel as if his body was cut by countless sharp blades, each of which deeply hurt his soul and made him want to die.

At this moment, Brian suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of firmness and determination.

He shouted, "Break it for me!"

The sound was as shocking as thunder, as if it could tear the void and make the heaven and earth tremble.

With his angry roar, the storm seemed to become more violent and fierce, and finally with a deafening roar, the illusion of the Phantom Demon King was completely destroyed.

The fog gradually dissipated, just like a curtain on a stage being slowly drawn open, and Brian's consciousness returned to the cold and damp cave.

The cave was so cold that even the air seemed to be trembling.

The female elf's body collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious. Her face was pale and haggard, and it was obvious that she had experienced endless pain and torture.

The phantom of the Phantom Demon King was like a popped soap bubble, with anger and unwillingness intertwined in his body. His roar was hoarse and echoed in the cave like thunder.

"This is impossible! How could a lowly mortal like you possibly be able to break my strongest illusion?" After seeing Brian's figure, his voice was filled with unbelievable anger:
"Damn it, who on earth helped you? Olyss? Mecanthus? Demogorgon?..."

His roar was mixed with despair and fear, as if at this moment he had lost all his dignity and strength.

Brian stood in the center of the cave, his eyes firm and calm. After having just experienced a life-and-death battle with the Demon Lord's incarnation, which was almost completely destroyed and severely injured, he obviously had more confidence in his own strength.

He looked at the distorted figure of the Illusion Demon King, with a faint sneer on his face.

The demon lord did not dare to admit until he was defeated. He did not break the illusion with the help of any god, but relied on his own hard power to defeat the demon lord's most proud method.

Then, it is time for Brian to reap the rewards.

So he raised his hand, and in a flash, dozens of ways to control this incarnation flashed through his mind. (End of this chapter)