It was probably Alan's words that stimulated Burrestu a lot, and his words were full of madness, and his current behavior, which is similar to the end of the world, also shows this.

These flames are somewhat similar to the forbidden magic called "Soul Burning" that Riel inadvertently used, both of which cannot be avoided, but the difference is that the magic leaves scars and there is a way to crack it, while these flames only exist in this spiritual world, and it is up to Burrestus to extinguish or not.

In the previous encounter, Alan had concentrated 100% of his energy and only barely managed to compete with Buresto, and now in this environment, the pain that pierced his heart and bones made him unable to make any resistance at all.

"But then again, you're really tenacious...... "Burestu's voice came again, "In order to ensure that I can drag you into this world smoothly, I deliberately entangled with you outside for a long time, but I didn't expect you to have the strength to resist after using so much magic...... I was forced out of my last resort......"

Only then did Alan understand why he had always had a vague feeling that Burestu was deliberately tempting him to use magic, precisely to drain his energy as much as possible and make him feel tired.

"But you don't have a chance of winning in this world, you can't fight against this darkness alone!" said Burestu, adding to the fire, "I'm used to this level of pain, so I'll take it as your last pastime!"

The last bit of hazy light was gone.

Alan fell to the ground and began to roll involuntarily, but the flames showed no sign of extinguishing. Although there were no scars, the pain kept irritating his nerves for a moment, as if not only his skin, but also his internal organs were burning.

Not only that, but the oppressive feeling of the darkness also hit him, making it more and more difficult for him to breathe, making him feel like he could lose consciousness due to lack of oxygen at any time.

Although he had been gritting his teeth and persevering with his best efforts, he was still close to collapse under this double torture.

"Alan!" he heard several shouts, as if Rare and the others had already broken into the arena. This gave him another glimmer of hope.

But then Burestu's words made him despair......

"Useless ......," said Brestous coldly, "you are now in a position to protect yourself, and you are not able to illuminate them...... Without the protection of your light source, the darkness in their hearts could not be clearer in my eyes......"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the voices of Riel and the others disappeared.

"You...... Take them ...... What's wrong......" Alan forced a few words out of pain.

"Don't worry, it's just that they stay where they are, I don't have the energy to have fun with them right now...... "Heh...... It's not a pain that everyone can taste...... Thank me, who made you that special ......"

Hearing this answer, Allen had mixed feelings in his heart. Alan was relieved to learn that they were only controlled by Burestus using psychic magic and were not suffering as much as he was now...... But if they did all fall under the spell of Burrestu's special spell at the same time, it would mean that there was no one in the field to help him out of his current predicament......

"What else...... Is there a way to crack this magic......" Alan thought with what little consciousness he had left, expecting a miracle to happen.

But until he was close to falling into a coma, he still couldn't find any way......

Despair, that's the only thing Alan feels right now.

But at this moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded faintly: "Give the sun blazing, give the moonlight cold, give the night sky stars, give the earth a hundred flowers......"

At first glance, it sounds like a poem, Alan's favorite genre...... But it seems like some kind of magic spell......

"Like the rising sun that illuminates the earth, the light of dawn takes away the night!" the voice continued.

It seemed to come from far away, but it grew louder and clearer......

Moreover, it was obviously an unfamiliar voice, but it gave Alan an an inexplicable sense of intimacy......

"Let the weak be relied upon, let the lost find their hearts, let the helpless feel warm, and let the desperate rekindle hope!" the voice suddenly raised its volume, and it clearly seemed to echo in Alan's ears, "Although the night is long, there is an end, and although the darkness is thick, there is an end!"

As the man's words fell, Alan suddenly felt a brightness around him...... It was as if there were ten thousand rays of light above the head......

The endless darkness, along with the black flames, vanished in an instant, and the oppression and pain were gone......

After staying in the dark for a long time, suddenly seeing such a bright light made Alan feel very uncomfortable, and his vision was blurry.

"Already...... Broke free from that world?" Alan blinked, and the silhouette around him told him that he was back in the ring.

He tried to sit up from the ground, but he felt so sleepy that he couldn't use any strength at all.

Maybe it was because he had spent too much energy in that world, and after a long time, he still couldn't see his surroundings clearly.

Riel and Alyssa and the others had already gotten up from the ground, rubbing their eyes as if they had just woken up.

But Ivan fell.

Alan lay on the ground, vaguely finding the light source...... Directly above his head, someone was hovering in mid-air on a phantom horse, and this slightly dazzling light came from the wand in the man's hand.

"It's ...... Arthur?" Alan narrowed his eyes, and saw that the movement and frequency of the phantom horse's wings were familiar. But at the same time, he was also puzzled...... That voice was clearly not old Adrian.

Just as he was wondering, he saw that the light slowly dimmed, and the surroundings returned to what it should have been on a cloudy day.

Arthur slowly circled down. Alan vaguely saw that there seemed to be two people sitting on it.

"Alan!"

As soon as the two men got off Arthur's back, they ran straight at him.

"Are you alright?" a warm hand gently caressed his face as a gentle female voice reached his ear.

"It doesn't seem to be a big deal...... the voice that used magic just now sounded, it was a middle-aged man, and he also touched Allen's forehead with his hand: "He just suffered a lot of mental shock, and he didn't suffer any fatal injuries." ”

Perhaps it was the warmth of this palm that gave Alan strength, and he suddenly felt hot in his heart, desperately trying to see who these two people were.

He opened his eyes with all his strength, and found that a pair of eyes identical to his were close at hand......

"You've grown up, Allen......" The middle-aged woman's voice rang out again, accompanied by unconcealable excitement, "Our child ......"