The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Darkness enveloped the laboratory, and the heavy air was filled with the smell of burning. Gerling fell to the ground, covered in wounds, and the exhaustion that locked him tightly was like iron handcuffs. There was a gleam of despair in his eyes, and the battle just now was still churning in his mind, but the real crisis was quietly approaching.

At the moment of casting the spell, he clearly felt a strong backlash coming at him, as if the spell was not only an attack on the target, but also a punishment for the caster. Gerlin felt a sharp pain in his right eye, causing him to groan softly, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping his eyeball.

"Damn witchcraft!" He gritted his teeth, trying to resist the pain that was coming. Every heartbeat was like a heavy hammer hitting his nerves, the pain was endless, and blood trickled down his cheeks, like a blooming red flower blooming on his pale skin.

He covered his right eye with his hand, blood flowing between his fingers, the warm blood colliding with the cold air, forming a strange sensory stimulation. Gerling took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but every tremor of his body made it difficult for him to control himself.

"I can't fall here." He said to himself, forcing himself to stand up. Although every step was like stepping on the edge of a knife, he knew that he had to continue fighting. Although the monster disappeared, a greater danger was approaching.

The walls of the laboratory twisted, and the objects around him seemed to shake with his pain. The suffocating atmosphere became thicker and thicker. Gerling forced himself to concentrate, trying to pull himself away from the chaotic thoughts and find a way to resist the backlash.

His eyes fell on the experimental table, where the scattered spell materials flickered in the faint light. Perhaps, only with the help of these powers could he curb this backlash. Gerlin's fighting spirit ignited in his heart, and he endured the pain in his eyes and crawled towards the experimental table.

He searched laboriously, his fingers wandering between bottles of potions and scattered materials, thinking about how to mix a potion that could weaken the backlash. Although the pain in his right eye seemed to tear him apart, he knew that only by finding an antidote could he be freed from this despair.

"Hurry, hurry up..." He whispered to himself, anxiously flipping through the materials. Every moment seemed to be a race against time, the pain gradually eroded his consciousness, and all kinds of distracting thoughts kept popping up, as if mocking his incompetence.

He finally found some familiar materials, and with a slight sense of relief, he quickly began to mix them. Using his hands and feet, he nervously and quickly mixed them together. The thick potion gradually took shape in front of him, emitting a strange luster, as if responding to his inner anxiety.

"Come on, give me strength!" Gellin murmured, holding the prepared potion tightly, as if this small bottle contained his last hope. Although he didn't know whether he would succeed, he knew that only by taking this step would he have a chance of rebirth.

He closed his left eye tightly and slowly poured the potion onto the wound on his right eye. The potion instantly mixed with the blood, and a chill spread throughout his body. The stinging sensation was temporarily reduced, causing him to shudder slightly. As the potion penetrated, a wonderful energy flowed through his body, like a warm tide, slowly enveloping the piercing pain.

"Hurry, hurry up and take effect!" He was nervous and expectant, silently chanting in his heart. In this warm embrace, the pain began to ease, as if the invading darkness was being dispelled.

The door of the laboratory was suddenly knocked open, and a gust of wind swept in, causing a violent vibration. Gerlin turned around alertly and saw a wizard covered in a black robe approaching him. The air around him seemed to solidify because of his arrival.

"How could you withstand that kind of backlash?" The black-robed wizard's voice was low and sinister, with a hint of contempt, as if questioning his will to live.

"Who are you?" Gerling raised his head with difficulty, trying to make his voice sound firm. He covered his right eye with his left hand, trying to hide the fragility on his face, but the fear in his heart rolled like a tide, oppressing him so much that he couldn't breathe.

"I am the wizard who bound your fate." The figure in the black robe slowly approached, his face hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his true appearance. "You made my magic meaningless. Today, I come to seek justice for myself."

Gerlin's heart tightened, realizing that he was in greater danger. The monster was just the beginning, and the black-robed wizard was the real opponent he needed to face. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. The chill emanating from the wizard in front of him was like a sharp blade, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"You shouldn't be here." Gellin gritted his teeth and tried his best to stay calm. His right eye was still in severe pain, and the blood was making his consciousness gradually blurred. But he knew that he must not give in to fear.

The black-robed wizard grinned, as if admiring his despair. "Why not? You are bound by fate, and I only need to strike once to completely destroy you!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand slightly, and deep dark energy gathered in his palm, rolling like a dark cloud, instantly covering the entire laboratory. A strong sense of oppression filled the air, and Gerling felt his heart beating like a drum, almost suffocating.

A flash of inspiration flashed through Gellin's mind. His past experiences and the witchcraft knowledge he had learned came flooding back like a tide. He knew that if he didn't fight back now, he would have no way to retreat.

"I won't give up!" The flame of resistance ignited in his heart, and he got up from the ground without hesitation, trying to adjust his breathing and concentrate the energy in his body in his palms. He felt that the warm potion was still flowing, as if giving him endless courage.

As his mind focused, at that moment, the air in the laboratory seemed to be torn apart, and Gellin broke through the shackles of fear and pushed his palm forward. The condensed energy was like a torrent of release, rushing straight towards the black-robed wizard.

"Gugu——" With a muffled sound, the black-robed wizard retreated in astonishment. He had never expected that Gerlin would actually fight back in such a desperate situation. The force was like a sharp sword, going straight to the wizard's heart.

However, the black-robed wizard was not easily knocked down. He waved his hands rapidly, and the dark energy came back like a tide. The two met in the air, forming a violent impact, like thunder and lightning, shaking the entire laboratory.

"Is this your counterattack?" The wizard sneered, with a sinister light flashing in his eyes. His power became stronger and stronger, as if the entire space was under his control.

Gerlin's arms seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock, and it was difficult for him to exert any more strength. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold on. The intense energy fluctuations made him feel suffocated, and his chest seemed to be compressed and he couldn't breathe.

At this critical moment, a fearless determination surged in Garlin's heart. He thought of the raven and the storms that had accompanied him. He knew that he must not let his will give in at this moment.

"I won't be knocked down!" He used all his strength to gather his energy to the limit and shouted for the last time. At that moment, he felt the light in his heart piercing through the darkness like lightning, and his strong belief pushed his strength to the peak.

"Go!" He roared, and the energy in his palm suddenly burst out and rushed towards the wizard. The power was like a huge wave, rushing towards the black-robed wizard. The fierce confrontation burst into a dazzling light in the air.

Gerlin could feel that he had finally regained his strength. Although his right eye was still aching and bleeding, he was no longer afraid. A fearless fighting spirit burned in his heart, as if to dispel all the darkness.

"Boom!" With a deafening noise, countless lights burst out in the air in an instant. The entire laboratory was shaking due to the shock wave. The magic runes on the wall flashed faintly, as if responding to his inner cry.

The scene in front of Gellin gradually blurred, and he felt dizzy, as if he was lost in this strong energy explosion. But at this moment, the belief in his heart made him hold on to the hope of life, and he was not willing to sink.

Before his eyes was a hideous devil vine, like a demon's tentacles, extending from the depths of the forest. The bright green juices flashed with a sinister light in the sun, as if waiting for the arrival of prey. Gerlin unconsciously clenched the staff in his hand, feeling a hint of chill from deep within.

He approached the plants slowly and cautiously, trying to find a safe path with his keen observation. Each vine seemed to be twisting intentionally or unintentionally, like a thoughtful hunter, ready to surround the intruder at any time. Relying on previous experience, he knew that these vines were not just lifeless plants, but intelligent and aggressive creatures.

"To get through this vine, you must have enough strength." He whispered to himself, and his determination gradually became firm. With his current ability, he could not fight against this group of cunning plants. However, there was not much time left, and the secret of the laboratory must be revealed.

He thought for a moment and decided to take a detour and look for other possible entry points. At this moment, Gellin's eyes fell on the bone-eating flower beside him. It was a very tempting plant, with blood-red petals and a charming fragrance. But in his heart, he had already remembered the horror legend of the bone-eating flower. It not only attracted innocent lives to approach, but also instantly devoured any creature that approached.

Gellin held his breath and stepped back, trying not to be tempted by the sweet aroma. He knew that this kind of temptation was often fatal and he must not be fooled by it. So he turned his attention to gnawing on the stone slabs. The hard stones, like rusted iron, replaced the roots and twisted in the soil, as if whispering cruel stories.

He observed carefully that although the stone slabs were cold rocks, they contained unimaginable power. In this dangerous area, Gerling was clearly aware that any careless action could lead to a fatal counterattack.

"If I want to get into the laboratory, I must find a way to open this path." He secretly planned in his mind that he must find a way to weaken the defenses of these plants. While thinking, an idea suddenly flashed through Gerlin's mind. He could use some small spells to reduce the vigilance of the surrounding plants, so as to take the opportunity to break through.

He adjusted his breathing and began to recite a spell in his mind. As the spiritual power flowed, a faint light appeared on his palm. The air around him seemed to be throbbing, and the vines and plants seemed to sense some changes, swaying slightly and becoming a little uneasy.

"I hope it will work." He prayed softly and began to cast a spell. As he continued to pray silently, the surrounding plants gradually regained their calm, as if they had fallen into a state of sleep. Gerlin took the opportunity to move forward, and with a determined heart, he decided to cross the devil vine at lightning speed.

The moment he took a step forward, a subtle change occurred. The plants' reaction seemed to be more sensitive than he expected. As soon as he took a step forward, he felt a strong restraining force. The suffocating vines instantly wrapped around him like chains, imprisoning him tightly.

Gerlin was shocked. He didn't have time to think. He quickly used all his spiritual power to try to break free from the restraints. He muttered something, intending to use magic to untie the restraints. However, the vines kept tightening like living things, as if they were enjoying the pleasure of chasing prey.

"Quick, quick!" He panicked and tried to suppress his emotions. At this moment, his inspiration suddenly flashed, and at that moment, he chose to burst out with all his strength. He pinched his waist with both hands, and instantly released a powerful energy that poured down like thunder.

With a deafening roar, the surrounding vines were torn apart, and a sharp whine was emitted in an instant. However, Gerling did not bother to pay attention to the reactions of those plants. He knew that time was precious and he had to seize this opportunity and rush forward quickly.

Finally, he broke free from the restraints and escaped from the vines. In front of him was the entrance to the laboratory. Gellin gasped, feeling his heartbeat speed up and the aftermath of fear, and stopped temporarily to calm himself down.

Through the entrance, he could faintly hear the low roar of machines, which was the complex operation of the laboratory. At this time, he had no time to care about his fatigue, realizing that he had no way out and had to move towards the unknown depths.

"No matter what lies ahead, I must face it." He secretly made up his mind, took a bold step, walked into the dark door, and faced the unknown and challenges that were about to come.

The determination to take responsibility flashed in his heart like a sharp sword. Gerling knew that all these obstacles would be an important part of his journey to the truth and his destiny. Even if there was an unknown abyss ahead, he would walk forward fearlessly and bravely.