After eliminating the giant ape wizard, Matthew Waved His Wand and pointed at the muddy whirlpool. The mire rapidly reverted to white mist and gradually dissipated into the air.
The countless rocks and pebbles swept up by the muddy whirlpool earlier fell to the ground like rain.
Matthew turned to look at the Basilisk's situation—the battle between the Basilisk and the four Level One Wizards had already reached its conclusion.
Having the Basilisk fight a Level Two Wizard would have been a stretch; it could only buy some time.
The Basilisk Curse was not enough to immediately kill an existence of that level. At most, it could petrify them for a short while.
But against Level One Wizards, its effect was obvious. Level One Wizards could not yet completely resist an instant-death curse.
One of the wizards fell victim to it. After meeting the Basilisk's gaze, he immediately dropped to his knees and clutched his heart.
Level One Wizards had some resistance to the Basilisk Curse as well, so he did not die at once. If he could have cast some Magic to remove the curse or drunk Potions to dispel it at that moment, he might have avoided death.
But he had no such opportunity. The Basilisk's enormous body crashed down on him and crushed him into a meat patty.
Even after he had been flattened into a meat patty, the other three wizards had yet to realize how their companion had been struck.
Only after another wizard fell victim did they realize they could not look into the Basilisk's eyes.
But it was already too late. The remaining two Level One Wizards could not inflict any fatal injuries on the Basilisk even working together, and they had no way to deal with it. One after another, they were