Backlash 

Clip-clop, clip-clop...

The crisp and pleasant hoofbeats came closer and closer.

In an instant, only the sound of the wind was left in the grove filled with disordered energy airflow.

"Harry, can you do me a small favor?" The hoarse grunt unique to Skeleton Horse Haos echoed again. "Help this sir pass a message to Miss Massa. Tell her this sir likes her very much and looks forward to her date!"

The sound of teeth chattering was somewhat blurred in the hoofbeats, but Raymond still saw Harry the Wizard's face, which had turned pale with fear, clearly.

Besides, with Haos's shout, the giant stone held in Harry the Wizard's hands suddenly stopped rotating. Then it melted into countless earth-yellow light spots and dissolved in the air.

The majestic energy aura disappeared instantly, and Harry the Wizard's pale face turned crimson immediately. Then his stiff body seemed to want to turn around, but the strange plants facing him had matured completely.

Boom, boom, boom...

With soft explosions, the black berries on the plant wall only ten meters away from Harry the Wizard burst open suddenly, forming a large cloud of mist. The tiny seeds inside splashed out and rushed towards Harry the Wizard.

Despair appeared on Harry the Wizard's face, but for some reason, he didn't dodge at all.

Pop, pop, pop...

The sound of pounding rain came from Harry the Wizard's body. His dazzling yellow protective stance only lasted a few seconds before shattering completely.

Like an eggshell being tapped, the dull sound of flesh being hit followed.

Harry the Wizard, who had barely turned his face sideways, collapsed to the ground without a word after his pale yellow protective stance was crushed. Although the area he was attacked decreased, the fresh blood gushing out from the side facing these seeds quickly made his crimson robe even brighter.

Such a violent attack shocked Raymond, squatting far away. According to the feedback from the chip, these tiny seeds had an extremely high speed, just like bullets.

Under such an intense attack, Harry the Wizard fell into a coma in seconds. His bloody crimson robe indeed lived up to its name. The only tragedy was that the fresh blood dyeing the red robe belonged to Harry the Wizard himself.

The waterfall-like data flow was still refreshing in Raymond's sight, but Raymond had no time to look at it now. He just stood up and rushed over but heard an exclamation of astonishment from the other side of the plant wall. "Haos? How did you get here?"

With Edgar the Wizard's shout, the rustling footsteps also rose quickly and echoed in the grove. The enormous pressure hovering seemed to have never appeared and disappeared completely.

Seeing the plant wall beginning to wither and his body regaining mobility, Raymond hesitated for a moment. He judged that Edgar the Wizard would come over immediately.

Raymond's eyes were still flashing red dots. He made a decision immediately. He stood up and shouted loudly, "Sir Haos? Are you there?"

After that, Raymond turned around. The plant wall in the middle had collapsed with a rumble. The stems of the plants that were emerald green just now were completely withered. The dense plant wall that originally existed disappeared. Edgar the Wizard, with a surprised expression on his face, appeared in Raymond's sight, stepping on these withered plants.

"Where's Haos?" Glancing at Harry the Wizard, who was lying on the ground covered in blood, Edgar looked around, searching for Skeleton Horse Haos.

"I only heard the sound but didn't see Sir Haos," Raymond said with a surprised and confused expression on his face.

Edgar waved at Raymond again after looking around again. Edgar came to Harry the Wizard's side. Seeing Harry the Wizard lying on the ground in a coma, regret appeared on his face. "Beyond level spellcasting is gambling with one's life!"

"Raymond, you must remember," Edgar warned solemnly, pointing at Harry the Wizard covered in blood. "Even if you master advanced techniques in the future, you must remember the consequences. The failure rate of beyond level spellcasting is unbearable!"

"But the technique Harry the Wizard performed just now was about to take shape, wasn't it?" Raymond frowned, puzzled, standing by Edgar's side.

"Any slight disturbance from the outside world can cause the failure of beyond level spellcasting," Edgar the Wizard explained patiently, squatting down to check Harry the Wizard's condition. "The failure of beyond level spellcasting will cause backlash of techniques. Although the damage is not too serious, accidents during fights can be fatal."

After that, Edgar waved his hands on Harry the Wizard's body. Soon, all the tiny seeds that had pierced into him were taken back by Edgar, making Harry the Wizard's injury even more severe.

Fresh blood gushed out, soaking the mud. The air was also filled with a bloody smell.

Edgar stood up and kicked the unconscious Harry the Wizard a few more times. Then hesitation appeared on his face.

But after Edgar the Wizard emphasized the harm of beyond level spellcasting again, Raymond asked with a smile, "Master, how long will it take for such an injury to recover?"

"His protective stance was completely crushed by the backlash of the spell," Edgar said without hesitation, seeming somewhat gleeful about Harry's misfortune. "It will take at least three months to wake up, and it will take years to recover completely!"

"Then won't the academy pursue punishment for such a severe injury you inflicted on Harry the Wizard?" Raymond was puzzled.

"It was just normal technique sparring," Edgar shouted with his chest puffed up and a stern expression. "It was the severe consequence of Harry the old thing going beyond level with the spell. What does it have to do with me?!"

Seeing the gleam of smugness in Edgar the Wizard's eyes despite his stern expression, Raymond burst into tacit laughter with him after a moment of eye contact.

Edgar, who turned and left, scratched his head in distress and grumbled, "At most, the academy will deduct some magic stones from me. No big deal..."

Raymond, who understood Edgar's meaning, narrowed his eyes. He didn't follow Edgar but quickly squatted down to check Harry the Wizard. Soon, some small things attached to Harry the Wizard's waist pouch and body were taken out by Raymond.

"Since he's going to recuperate for years, it's safer for these things to stay with me temporarily," Raymond explained with a smile, walking over to Edgar the Wizard...