The most powerful wizard in the magic world

In that dark space, Gerlin's heartbeat gradually accelerated. His mind was shrouded in fog, and his perception became blurred. In front of him, the figures around him seemed to be changed by some mysterious force, and their bodies were emitting a strange green color.

"Gerlin!" A familiar and hurried voice came from his left. It was his best friend Alvin. At this moment, Alvin's face twisted into an unnatural smile, like a distorted mask. "I've been looking for you! Come here, they are coming!"

"Who's coming?" Gerling tried to concentrate and sort out the images, but the green totems in his eyes made him lost and he didn't know where he was.

"Those!" Alvin pointed at the shadows lurking in the air, his voice soft but full of desperation, "You must trust me and don't be fooled by them. We have to get out of here quickly!"

"Are you talking about the man in black robe?" Gerlin's voice trembled slightly. He looked at the green figure approaching him and felt an indescribable panic in his heart.

"It's not the man in black robes, it's an illusion!" Alvin shook his head vigorously, and beads of sweat oozing from his forehead slid down with his movements. "Look, the person next to us has also become strange. We must stay awake and not let this illusion control us!"

"But I saw that they were really green!" Gellin continued to struggle, not knowing what he was arguing about. Under the influence of the power, he began to doubt his perception and even thought that Alvin might also be an illusion.

"Listen to me!" Alvin approached sideways, his eyes looking anxious and angry. "No matter how real they look, they are illusions. Our minds cannot be influenced by external things! Think about everything we have been through before. We have fought together and overcome many difficulties. You can't surrender!"

Gerlin felt Alvin's burning determination, and miraculously he became a little sober. He clenched his fists, trying to dispel the fear in his heart. "I... I know what you said is true," he repeated to himself, his voice gradually firming, "It's my mind playing tricks on me!"

"Yes! Now close your eyes, take a deep breath, and let these hallucinations go with the wind." Alvin's voice echoed in his ears, like a warm current, gradually calming Gerlin's heart.

Gellin closed his eyes and held his breath, trying to free his brain from the fog. As he gradually relaxed, everything around him seemed to fade away, the whispers in his ears became fainter, and the sweat in his palms gradually evaporated.

"You are here, no one can hurt you." Alvin's voice was still gentle and firm, like the warm sun in spring.

"I want to trust you," Gerlin finally spoke, his eyes slightly opened, vaguely seeing Alvin's figure still flickering, but the flame of faith ignited in his heart, dispelling the green phantom surrounding him.

The strange illusion just now seemed to have received a shock and began to fade slowly. At this moment, suddenly, a roar came from all around: "Heretic! You two should not be here!"

This sound exploded in their ears like thunder, making Gerlin and Alvin feel strange instantly. Then, the black-robed men walked out from the shadows, their figures illuminated by the dim light, making people feel cold and terrifying.

"What are you doing here?" The man in black robe walked forward slowly. His voice was low and full of majesty, as if it was dragging all life into endless darkness.

"We are just passing by." Alvin leaned forward slightly, his eyes determined, "We don't want to conflict with you, but it is obvious that you have no chance with us."

"You don't want to clash with me?" The black-robed man laughed slowly and deeply, and the sound was extremely harsh. "Your existence itself is a threat. At this moment, I can only destroy you!"

"Then give it a try!" A ball of courage ignited in Gerlin's heart. Although his previous hallucination was still lingering in his mind, he knew at this moment that retreat was not their option.

"You are indeed a heretic. How dare you challenge me!" The man in black robe stretched out his hand. His fingers were as sharp as a knife, flashing with deadly light, and in an instant he attacked Gerlin and Alvin.

"Get out of the way!" Alvin shouted loudly, immediately grabbing Gerlin's hand and dodging to the side. At the moment when the black-robed man attacked, their bodies flew through the air like arrows, but they could still feel a chill approaching, almost brushing past them.

"This guy is too powerful!" Gellin gasped, fear and anger mixed together. "We can't keep fighting like this, we have to think of a way!"

"I have an idea!" Alvin's expression turned serious, "We must use the power of illusion to fight back against him. Remember, the man in black robes does not believe in the existence of illusions, so let him fall into his own fog!"

"But we have just regained our sanity. How can we control the illusion?" Gerlin hesitated, but was forced into a corner by the shadow of the man in black robe.

"As long as we have a telepathic connection, we can lure him into an illusion! He may seem powerful, but if he is deceived, he will definitely lose his power!" A hint of determination flashed in Alvin's eyes, and then he closed his eyes, as if making some kind of summoning.

"I'll follow you!" Hope ignited in Gerlin's heart, and he quickly adjusted his state, ready to cooperate with Alvin's actions. Their heartbeats gradually synchronized, and it seemed that at this moment, the thoughts of the two people blended in the air, slowly weaving into an invisible force.

"Come on, black-robed man!" Alvin suddenly shouted, and the sound waves surged up like a hurricane, seeming to tear the black-robed man's mind apart. The surrounding air suddenly became distorted, and the green phantom spread out again, trying to engulf the black-robed man who was approaching step by step.

"What are you doing?" The man in black realized the danger and screamed to resist, but he was obviously trapped in a vague illusion and couldn't extricate himself. The surrounding scene changed rapidly, green light flashed, and the outline of the city became distorted in front of his eyes.

"This is your end!" Gerling's voice echoed in the hallucination, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He felt the power flowing back, as if he had found hope for life.

"Keep going, don't stop!" Alvin underestimated, with countless thoughts rising in his mind, guiding Gerlin to move forward. "Let him sink into the illusion!"

"Let all this perish!" Gerlin shouted loudly, and the green phantoms around him surged like a storm, and finally completely surrounded the black-robed man. Gerlin and Alvin fought side by side, like two lightning bolts piercing the night sky, trapping the enemy in an inescapable fog.