Mage Legend-Chapter 806 - 52: Draw (Part 3)

Dark smoke rose from the underground, but it couldn't obscure the intense red flames. A massive black hand pierced through the heavy earth, thrusting fiercely toward the sky. Summoned from its realm to this world, no powerful being would willingly endure such exhausting travel. Yet the words Lynch continuously recited were ones it could never resist—its True Name.

The Magic God quickly recovered from the recent blow; in fact, aside from several barriers used to absorb Magic Energy collapsing due to overload, he wasn't much harmed. However, the creature slowly climbing from the depths emitted a foul stench, posing a serious threat to him.

"Go back! This is not your world!" The Magic God spread his hands, his voice booming like thunder, "I command you! Go back!"

The Hell Lord had half-emerged, only to find himself trapped between two immense forces, unable to move. Lynch's recitation of the True Name was bringing him forth, while the Magic God forcibly dispersed the basic forces comprising Summoning Magic. The pressure compelled the lord to exert his full strength to avoid being crushed by the vortex formed by these forces.

At this moment, any lapse, even a blink or a twitch of the lips, could rapidly worsen the situation, and losing the upper hand could very well lead to a painful death. Lynch believed that in this struggle, he could not fail. His chanting of the True Name grew louder and more vigorous, filling the entire space with a reverberating echo, rendering the ferocious tornado formed by the summoning eerily silent.

The Hell Lord fully understood who his true ally was—from ancient times to the present, he always stood with the victors. Lynch's commanding performance immediately prompted him to redirect his power towards the Magic God, striving with all his might to break free from the summoning circle.

But suddenly, Lynch felt his magic plummet, as if a runner had abruptly reached the limit of their physical endurance. The structure built by the Spell seemed to have its foundational stone removed, causing the already violent energy to collapse instantly.

Lynch's support vanished in an instant, with the Hell Lord bearing the brunt. The Magic God shouted and crushed the Hell Lord back into his original world. The black body shattered into pieces, and the accumulated power surged towards Lynch.

The Mage realized the situation in an instant, immediately calling upon all usable energy in his body, working with his spiritual power to counteract the backlash from the Spell.

The force field began to twist wildly, like a fish trapped in a net, desperately seeking an escape. The shock wave gradually approached Lynch's position, and along the way, anything it touched, whether trees or rocks, was completely reduced to fine dust. Lynch curled his body, as the magic power could no longer protect him, and his bones groaned under the oppressive weight. He had mere seconds to regain control over the magic, or the backlash energy or his overused spiritual power would claim his life.

He knelt on the ground but suddenly lifted his eyes, his gaze piercing through the raging magical storm to lock onto the Magic God standing in the distance. In just a brief moment, he seemed to have lived a lifetime, with countless scenes flashing before his eyes. They included moments from his past life and plans for his ideal future. Whether joy, frustration, anger, or sadness, all of it was something he had to experience personally.

"I still have so many promises unfulfilled, I will not fail!" This thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "My past has planned my future, so it must also help me overcome the current crisis!"

Control! Long periods of training, extensive practice, and strict self-discipline played their part, allowing Lynch to instantly dispel the chaotic thoughts from his mind, transforming them into magical power. Past knowledge suddenly resurfaced, and he recalled the appropriate Spell in his mind. As the young Mage began to chant, he could feel the magic power flowing smoothly through his body, bringing a wave of pleasure and dispelling the surrounding pressure entirely.