The inside of the gray cloud was not empty, but filled with two stalemate magical powers, one red and one black. Flamel and Whitney each occupy one side and push their magic to the limit.

Yes, extreme!

Faced with Whitney's identity as a mystery, Archmage Flamel had no room to spare. From the moment he was suddenly approached by Whitney in the air, he knew that there was no such thing as a fluke in this fight. The expressionless girl in front of her is like a boundless black hole in the depths of the universe. Although it seems to be calm and waveless, it has an overwhelming power that swallows everything.

"You, who the hell are you?"

Whitney was still as stiff and cold as a glacier: "Whitney, Whitney Polana!

Seeing that she didn't answer the question, Flamel sneered: "It seems that you don't want to reveal your identity!"

Whitney nodded lightly, "You're going to die!

The mana in front of Flamel was compressed until the scorching magic energy of lava pressed against his cheeks, turning a few scattered sticks to his forehead into ashes. But even so, he still refused, or said that he couldn't choose to show weakness, "Hehe, it seems that I have been underestimated! Since the day I took over Morrowind Academy decades ago, I have been determined to die for the academy, the difference is only that sooner or later! As long as I can keep you in Morrowind Academy forever today, even if it is worth taking my old life!"

Before he could finish speaking, countless crimson incantations suddenly appeared on Flamel's face, but in a matter of moments, these incantations spread to every corner of his body like a wildfire. Immediately after, the scorching and pure fire-based magical energy roared by, and the spells on Flamel's body suddenly brightened, blooming with a dazzling light full of danger. The thick magic power he had worked so hard to support began to become extremely disordered, as if it was about to boil, collide, explode and then scatter in the next second, sweeping through the entire space out of which the two of them came out.

"Magic burns?" Whitney was finally moved. Although she was proficient in black magic, she knew very well how terrifying this magic forbidden spell that elemental mages gambled their lives on. If Flamel is allowed to continue, then he will inevitably die with this crazy old man today.

"Stop!" Although the girl's expression remained unchanged, her tone had already made waves. She quickly pulled back, letting the magic controlled by Flamel pour in and hit her body. The next moment, the girl waved her wand, and seven black magic arrays that seemed to be the same but had their own differences appeared in layers, rotating in unison under the girl's powerful magical control. Hundreds of pitch-black spells flickered, transmitting an extremely terrifying cold demonic energy layer by layer to the center of the outermost magic array.

"Roar!"

Two slender black claws were the first to stretch out, and then a pitch-black monster rushed out of the magic array. The monster's body was elongated, and its entire face was empty except for a huge mouth wriggling with thousands of black filaments. Although it only had two claws, it moved extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye it pounced in front of Flamel, who was about to be engulfed in flames.

"Boom!"

Less than half a meter away from Flamel, the monster slammed into a pale red force field, and its body began to melt rapidly, unable to move forward a single bit. Whitney saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart. Dodge to Flammel's side and stretch out his right palm, chanting an ancient and mysterious awkward incantation,

But the red stance reappeared, and it was about to melt Whitney's white and tender little hands away. However, at this moment, the palm that the girl stretched out towards the force field suddenly made a crisp "Kerala" sound, and it was instantly covered with a diamond-like crystal plating. The force field did not continue to attack the plating, but instead broke a gap in the plating, allowing Whitney to break through and grab Flamel's left shoulder.

Whitney's spell continues. A sharp and cold black mist immediately erupted from the center of the diamond-like palm, piercing straight into Flamel's left shoulder, staining the small piece of incantation on his shoulder pitch black.

"Ho——" Flamel let out a suffocating hiss, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. He turned his eyes to Whitney, and his old cheeks were full of determination: "You, don't succeed!"

With a flick of his fingers, Flamel took out a red hedron with a hot surface from the spatial ring and crushed it. The dense essence of fire-based magic energy immediately surged upward, reclaiming the shoulder along the arm, and the spell began to gradually return to a golden red color.

"Are you crazy!" Whitney's tone intensified, "As an archmagister, once all your magic power burns, the entire Morrowind Academy will be razed to the ground!

Flamel smiled miserably, and a small piece of skin suddenly peeled off, revealing the crystallized muscle tissue underneath due to the infusion of magic energy: "Yes, Morrowind Academy will disappear because of this, and many children will be affected and seriously injured! I kept saying that I wanted to protect them, but in the end I hurt them, and I used this damn method to preserve the fire for the academy......!"

Flamel stretched out his left hand, his thin fingers gripping Whitney's palm shrouded in black mist: "But, as the head of Morrowind, I'd rather stab myself in the chest than die with guilt than let my children be slaughtered by you bastard!"

"Daydreaming!Flammel, your determination has exceeded my expectations, but there is only one outcome: everyone in Morrowind Academy must die today!" With that, she stretched out her other arm and began to condense a second cloud of magical energy, intending to concoct it in the same way and interrupt the progress of the "Magic Burn" again.

But just as she began to condense her magic power, Huo Ran, a big hand that had been rough, appeared, and pinched off her magic flow with incredible physical power. Whitney looked back in shock, only to see an old man with gray messy hair left in the steamed bun standing shirtless, looking at her with a sneer.

"All have to die? What if Lao Tzu doesn't let me?!" Raphael didn't say much, and before his voice fell, the dark red hammer slammed down on Whitney's head. Hearing a soft sound of "whew", the three-nil girl turned into a burst of black mist and dissipated, and reunited her human form behind Raphael.

A cold wind blew across Whitney's cheeks, and the girl realized that the magical realm she had built up with magic had been smashed silently by the gray-haired old man.

"Oh, old thing, what are you doing!" Raphael didn't care about the threat posed by the girl, and hurried close to Flamel.

"The magic burns! no, it's going to be too late!" Seeing that the forbidden spell on Flammel's shoulder was about to take effect, he suddenly raised the dark red hammer and let out a low roar. A huge translucent phantom immediately appeared behind him, and Whitney tried to stop it at this time, but she couldn't get close to the old blacksmith, so she could only watch him shatter the magic field with a hammer, choke Flamell's neck with his left hand, turn the hammer with his right hand, and stretched out his fist and smashed it into the old dean's belly, ending the forbidden spell in the most violent way.

(End of chapter)