"Zhan He, you idiot!"
Because it was a specific name, Ronan was briefly dazed, but he was certain that was the meaning conveyed by the excited howl.
The concrete form carrying the meaning of that "howl" was likely Ceremonial Ancient Script, albeit with a somewhat dialectal variation.
The vocabulary was specific, its reference clear, and emotion saturated every word. Even without context, under the workings of the Ceremonial Ancient Script system, it still produced an effect similar to Contemplation Time-Space. In the minds of those who could understand it, it instantly painted a chaotic and brutal scene of battle.
Ronan was able to glimpse the general outline, yet could not remember any details. All that remained was a vague impression of "bright at the center, ink-dark around the edges."
Additionally, relying on his keen perception of Space-Time Configuration, he vaguely sensed that the battlefield's Space-Time Structure had been twisted to the extreme and was on the verge of collapse.
Perhaps in the very next second...
Crack-crack-crack!
Within Ronan's own Contemplation Time-Space, this was the next instant following that brutal battlefield scene... perhaps on the scale of microseconds or milliseconds.
As though frozen time had begun flowing again, it moved forward only the slightest fraction before it could no longer continue.
"Zhan He, you idiot!"
The howl came again. The image in his Contemplation Time-Space received another layer of coloring, but its details remained blurred. Only the sense of violence and carnage grew deeper.
Ronan froze for a moment, then suddenly understood:
In the end... it simply was not very smart anymore!
No matter how illustrious this demon creature's status had been in the Central Star Region back then, after that brutal battle and the unknown years of erosion within the Mist Labyrinth, it was now nothing more than a "fragment"