Teleportation Array, Tearing Open the Goddess of Luck's Skirt!

"[Frost Spear]!"

With one attack and one defense, Ronan quickly summoned and unleashed two spells in the direction from which the transparent humanoid figure was charging.

He has mastered all the first-tier ice spells that form the anchor point of the "Domain of Despair" to the level of proficiency. Even when cast alone, they are still quite powerful, conveying strong magical fluctuations.

The frost-covered ice crystal spear appeared almost in the blink of an eye, then shot out with a whoosh, leaving a clear white trail visible to the naked eye.

"Bang!"

The master-level Frost Spear was hit by the extremely fast transparent humanoid halfway through its flight, and then exploded into a pile of ice shards.

Ronan's eyes narrowed slightly; the transparent humanoid was stronger than he had anticipated.

Without further hesitation, he turned and rushed toward the white table and chairs.

With his powerful physical strength mobilized, Ronan's leg muscles exploded, and with a "boom," he was launched into the air.

However, he had only gone a short distance when he crashed head-on into something.

"Click—"

The mirror-like folding sensation returned, the air in front of him distorted slightly, Ronan's vision blurred, and he was shocked to find himself back in almost the same spot.

No, it was further back than before, and the transparent humanoid figure that had been rushing towards him at incredible speed was now almost within reach, about to collide with Ronan in the next second.

Ronan felt a sudden sense of dread, as if an extremely sharp blade was pressed against his brow, giving him a strong and terrifying premonition that he would be cleaved in two at any moment.

The transparent humanoid in their field of vision was moving so fast that the naked eye could barely catch a trace of the air ripples. The [Ice Armor] that Ronan had summoned earlier shattered completely without causing the slightest obstacle to the opponent.

In an instant, Ronan entered the state of [[Immaculate Body]], and the [Frozen Earth] seal in his Consciousness Space flashed rapidly twice. Deep blue aurora accompanied by endless cold air emanated from his body, "Despair Ice Seal!"

"Boom!"

As the sudden burst of extreme cold and snow swept through, a blurry white trail appeared in the air, its speed seemingly slowing down slightly.

Ronan was bathed in blazing white flames, his Silver Mist Dual Swords wreathed in Spell Breaking Flame, his azure eyes, as blue as stars, pinpointed the exact location, and beneath his robes, the muscles on his well-proportioned arms rippled like mercury, unleashing a burst of immense physical power. He slashed horizontally with his swords crossed!

"Clang!"

When Ronan swung his sword, it was as if he had struck something extremely hard; the instantaneous recoil made his hands go numb.

Immediately afterward, his pupils contracted as he watched in disbelief as his twin Silver Mist Dual Swords, made of second-tier Nightmare Tungsten Steel and enhanced with the [Silverization] rune, were seemingly sliced cleanly in two at the middle section, as if by something swiftly cutting them in.

He tried to attack someone with his weapon, but it was his own weapon that got cut open instead!

How [Fortify] and sharp must the opponent's body be to do that?

Ronan was bewildered. The broken Nightmare Dual Swords liquefied again and retracted along his arm. Instinctively, he made a sideways movement.

"Whoosh—"

A transparent distortion flashed by, and the hem of the flowing robe was silently torn apart, then turned into the smallest dust particles that scattered on the lush green grass.

Ronan took a deep breath, a profound emotion flashing in his eyes.

This is probably the strongest and most dangerous opponent he has ever encountered. Even if he goes all out, he can hardly fight against him head-on.

He quickly ran in one direction, and with the activation of the Domain of Despair, the trajectory of the flowing and spreading cold air presented an unprecedented disorder.

Ronan squinted and noticed that there seemed to be faint lights flashing through the air from time to time, like currents of electricity.

At that moment, the terrifying feeling of having a sharp blade pressed against his vest struck him once again.

Ronan pursed his lips, raised his arm and made a flicking motion, causing countless thumb-sized silver metal beads to fly out in all directions from under his robes.

"[[High-Energy Crucible]]! Explode!"

In an instant, hundreds of metal beads exploded simultaneously, and the resulting energy shockwaves swept through the air, creating countless pale blue Rune Array outlines before quickly extinguishing and disappearing.

"I see!"

Ronan's eyes lit up instantly. Ignoring the joy of solving the "mystery," he pushed off hard with his feet and rushed directly towards the location of a nearby Rune Array that he remembered.

"Whoosh—"

The transparent humanoid figure, which had returned, grazed his back at high speed, leaving a clear cutting mark in the air. "Bang!"

Ronan landed on his feet and his first reaction was to look up to check his position.

A vibrant apple tree stood quietly beside him, golden sunlight filtering through the gaps in its branches, casting dappled patterns of light on his face.

"Further away"

Ronan glanced at the white table and rattan chair, his expression grave as he pondered how to approach the target location and what patterns existed between these spatial Teleportation Array. A sense of crisis struck again as the transparent humanoid rushed towards him.

"Never mind."

Ronan gritted his teeth and quickly made a decision, "Let's just try our luck."

He casually flung out a large number of metallic silver beads, releasing the [[High-Energy Crucible]] to trigger a metal explosion. After blasting out the outline of Rune Array, he randomly crashed into the location of one of the magic circles.

"Whoosh—"

Ronan's figure changed again, and this time he appeared right in front of the lawn where the Ponytail Witch's team had found the Mirror Magical Item.

At this moment, Ronan was only a few meters away from the white table and the rattan chair.

However, before he could feel any joy, the feeling of unease returned.

"Why is this thing getting faster and faster?"

A look of surprise flashed in Ronan's eyes, and the Silver Mist Dual Swords reappeared in his hands, their Spell Breaking Flame rising.

He walked quickly forward while slashing forward with both swords.

He attempted to use the disintegrating effect of the [Power of Breaking Law] to sever the spatial Teleportation Array blocking his path.

Several sword strikes were unleashed, but there was no reaction.

Ronan thought there were no magic arrays along this path, but as soon as he took a step, he was teleported back to the starting point when he entered the garden.

"How are these Rune Array set up when they are completely immune to any magical attacks and even physical attacks?"

Ronan's eyes flashed rapidly; the master of this strange garden had completely exceeded his comprehension in terms of Rune Array.

He felt that the other party was like a highly skilled magician, standing somewhere unseen, smiling as he, the rabbit who had wandered into his "magic hat," was being tricked and manipulated in various ways.

"Ronan!"

The Ponytail Witch beside him called out urgently, her expression panicked, "Hurry up, the location of the entrance to the Secret Realm Space changes every once in a while."

It will take quite a bit of effort to find it; if you're lucky, it'll be fine, but if you're unlucky...

The Ponytail Witch glanced at the transparent humanoid figure wandering in the garden, her expression bitter, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"You go first! I'll try again."

Ronan gritted his teeth, his expression resolute.

He had already entered this Secret Realm Space, where the heritage and treasures passed down from the Ancient Wizard Force, the Mirror Garden, were right before his eyes.

He entered a treasure trove and returned empty-handed—this was not the outcome he desired! Should he come again next time?

There might not be another chance next time.

He really didn't want to give up.

Before the Ponytail Witch could persuade him again, Ronan took a step forward.

Since attacking is useless, let's try to crack it and find the pattern.

Following the trail of the lingering chill in the garden air, he continuously flung out metal beads, memorizing the locations of the Rune Array left by the aftershocks of the explosion.

It's as if some mechanism has been triggered.

As soon as he stepped into the garden lawn, the transparent humanoid figure instantly locked onto his location and charged at him without saying a word.

With the [[Clarity Realm]] activated, Ronan remained as calm as ice, completely ignoring the pursuit of the transparent humanoid, and continuously choosing different Rune Array to traverse.

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

His figure appeared and disappeared in various locations in the garden, constantly changing the location of his landing point.

"Boom!"

Ronan casually tossed out several Despair Ice Seal Sphere to haphazardly deflect the relentlessly pursuing transparent humanoid figure, then crashed into yet another Rune Array.

"Ding!"

"Um?!"

Ronan staggered to a stop on the lawn, turning his head in surprise to look at a spot he had just passed.

He clearly remembered that a Rune Array outline had just appeared in this place.

Could it be that...?

"Whoosh—"

An invisible, distorting wind brushed past Ronan's nose, his figure disappearing into nothingness before reappearing in another location.

When Ronan reappeared, his expression had become rather unpleasant.

He looked around; it was still a tranquil and beautiful garden. He muttered to himself, "These Teleportation Array... they've been moving all along."

The method of memorizing the location of the magic circle and eliminating incorrect landing points one by one is no longer effective.

Ronan even felt that the landing point of each teleportation was different, even with the same magic circle.

The few patterns he had painstakingly figured out were completely useless under these two "rules".

Moreover, the terrifying, transparent humanoid figure that was constantly "chasing" him was also increasing its speed.

He had less and less time to catch his breath after each teleportation.

Ronan was reluctant to admit it, but he had to accept the fact that, as time went on, he would eventually be directly attacked by the transparent humanoid after the teleportation landed!

If you're unlucky, this process can be greatly shortened.

"Has it turned back into a game of pure luck?"

Ronan flung out a metal orb, which quickly crashed into a Rune Array. When he reappeared, he was beside the fountain in the garden.

As Ronan gazed at the white table and rattan chairs of his target from afar, his eyes gradually calmed down.

"I've always had bad luck."

But a person's luck won't always be bad.

Throw out the sphere, locate the magic circle, teleport, and land.

There will always be that one time.

"It will be my turn to be favored by Goddess of Luck."

Teleport, land, teleport again, land again. Each time he lands, the invisible humanoid's attacks become faster than before, faster and faster, faster and faster. It doesn't want to give him even a chance to breathe anymore.

The Ponytail Witch has urged them twice already, and the exit location has begun to shift.

But.

Ronan was still searching for his own right path in the garden.

His gaze was firm... there was a strange kind of determination in his eyes.

Finally, after countless teleportations, Ronan appeared in a place he had never been before.

Wicker chairs, white table.

On the small white table, besides the exquisite tea set, there was a uniquely shaped silver comb, a glittering dagger made of some unknown material, and a small silver ball.

These things were now less than two meters away from him.

Ronan's persistence seemed to have paid off immediately, and a look of relief and joy, as if his wish had been fulfilled, appeared on his face.

"I knew it."

This is a game of luck, and also a matter of probability.

With each random teleportation, as long as his luck wasn't extremely bad, he would eventually have a chance to be teleported to the small white table.

As it turns out, his luck wasn't too bad.

The invisible humanoid pursuer was not far behind, rapidly approaching.

Ronan quickly took two steps forward, getting closer to the white table, and habitually tossed out a few metal balls with a "thud!"

Amidst the brief explosion, Ronan's smile suddenly froze on his face—

Within a meter of the white table, the outlines of at least dozens of blue Rune Array could be seen densely packed around it.

These magic circles, like a semi-circular dome, almost completely enveloped the white table and rattan chairs.

If Ronan takes another step forward, no matter which direction he approaches from, he will bump into one of them and be teleported again to some unknown place in the garden.

"Call--"

"Ronan!!"

The barely perceptible sound of air tearing, the Keen Edge, piercing pain that seemed to rip open the vest, approached rapidly. In the distance, the anxious and worried cries of the Ponytail Witch rang out. Ronan stood less than two meters from the white table, seemingly oblivious to everything that was about to happen, his face expressionless.

Should we give up?

All the previous persistence and effort, and the so-called gamble on luck, turned out to be nothing but a joke.

Did the garden's owner never intend for anyone to approach the table? The mysterious and precious treasures are within easy reach, yet seem worlds apart.

At that moment, Ronan seemed to see Goddess of Luck approaching with elegant steps, and just when he thought he was about to embrace her, she turned away with a smile and quickly walked away from him.

"No!"

A fire suddenly ignited in Ronan's eyes. He gritted his teeth, his expression almost ferocious, and reached out to grab at the enemy.

Luck has once again slipped through her fingers.

Then it's his turn to take the initiative and tear off the other person's skirt!

The intense flames ignited by the [[Immaculate Body]] burned to a certain extreme, and the enormous and invisible Spirit Force suddenly dispersed. Most of the silvery-white Nightmare Tungsten Steel flowed towards Ronan's vest, condensing into a brilliant and hard metal barrier.

The remaining portion transformed into thin silver threads, rapidly extending forward from the tip of Ronan's outstretched right index finger. Relying on memory, it passed through the dense gaps in the Rune Array, quickly wrapping around an object before retracting with a "poof—".

The sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh.

"Boom! Boom!—"

Then came a huge and violent explosion.

The light from the Rune Array flickered rapidly, and a surging tide of energy particles washed over everything.

Ronan

The Ponytail Witch stared blankly at the epicenter of the explosion. Before the chaotic flow of energy particles obscured her vision, she saw a transparent humanoid figure crashing violently into Ronan's vest.

She was all too aware of the terrifying power of the transparent humanoid.

The last time their team broke into this Secret Realm Space, they were only able to withstand the enemy's fierce attack thanks to the three Space Magic sealed in the second-tier magic item, the mirror, and barely managed to escape unscathed.

Having been head-on hit by such a terrifying spatial elemental monster, Ronan shouted, "Run!"

Just as the Ponytail Witch was in a daze, a weak but urgent voice rang in her ears.

She turned her head sharply and saw a handsome young man with a pale face appear in the distance, then he ran quickly towards her, "Whoosh—whoosh—"

Two figures emerged from the calm surface of the lake.

As soon as they landed, the white-haired, blue-eyed boy knelt on the ground with a grim expression, breathing heavily, looking like he was seriously injured.

"Ronan, are you alright?"

The Ponytail Witch rushed over, supporting the boy's body, and then quickly took out several bottles of potions from her Storage Waist Pouch and helped the boy take them.

After taking several bottles of the treatment, the medicine took effect, and Ronan's complexion finally improved a bit.

"Thank you, Fu Ling."

Ronan forced a smile and softly thanked the Ponytail Witch in front of him, whose face was full of anxiety and worry.

At this moment, Ronan's entire back was covered in wounds, including injuries from the explosion of his own Metal Element and cuts from being hit by the transparent humanoid.

A huge, narrow wound, deep enough to expose bone, with flesh turned outwards, was a horrifying sight.