Fierce, Flesh Monster

Ronan hasn't entered his "Complete Ancient Giant Demonification" state for quite some time.

Besides the fact that he had compromised and mastered the more "cost-effective" "Half Giant Demonification" state, which was sufficient to handle most combat situations, the "Complete Demonification" state was not something he could enter at will.

In addition to self-imposed pressure, "Complete Demonification" also requires some external pressure.

Under pressure from twelve Third Level Wizard, including Lola, he completed this final half-step of transformation.

The [Ascetic Body Forging] realm, with Master Level proficiency of over 500 points, compressed to its limit, burst forth with boundless life energy, which also activated the small portion of the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline remaining in his body.

So much so that his current appearance is somewhat different from the original "Ancient Giant Demon" image.

The roots of her long, white hair had a gradient of dark blue, and a narrow, black slit appeared in the center of her pure white eyes. Her body had raised patterns resembling snake scales, and even her face, with its prominent veins and extremely ferocious features, exuded an even more eerie and evil aura than before.

Ronan stood in the center of the field, a thin, fitting metal garment formed from the melting of Nightmare Tungsten Steel and Neiman Alloy, perfectly outlining his powerful and domineering physique.

The oppressive atmosphere, on the verge of freezing, was broken by a short, sharp incantation.

The [Resurrection Society] wizards, positioned a few spots to the side of Ronan, suddenly began casting spells. At the same time, the others quickly retreated, trying to distance themselves from Ronan, their coordination quite seamless.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing within the vertical slits of his pure white pupils.

[[Thoughtless Lake]]! Fighting twelve Third Level Wizard alone, he felt no fear or tension, but rather a hidden excitement and anticipation.

Then all these emotions were frozen and quickly sank to the bottom of my heart.

"Bang!"

Like a thunderclap, Ronan's figure vanished from the spot, leaving only a blurry, violently fluctuating mass.

When it reappeared, it had teleported to a Third Level Wizard's side.

The two were less than a meter apart, and he could clearly see the ordinary, middle-aged man's face, hidden under the hood, filled with shock and emotion.

"[Ancient Power]!"

The mysterious, tadpole-like black runes on his right palm quietly lit up, and the white lightning that had been dancing along his entire right arm poured into his five fingers like water.

The mysterious power inherited from ancient times has awakened once again, and Ronan throws out a seemingly ordinary punch.

The pupils of the face beneath the hood were dilated, and the magical power that had been building up to near its peak dissipated abruptly. The face only had time to reach for a ring on its hand before... "Boom!"

The Third Level Wizard, struck head-on by Ronan's punch that was enveloped in black light, was instantly torn to pieces like a rag doll, and then the severed limbs exploded further.

"Bang!"

A dark, collapsed dent, like a black hole, appeared where the fist landed. A cloud of blood mist spread out, but before it could reach Ronan, it was shattered by the terrifying aura surrounding him.

"Um?!"

Ronan lightly wiped away non-existent blood from his face, then turned to look at a spot dozens of meters away, where a pale-faced middle-aged man staggered and fell.

He clutched a strange clay doll that was completely cracked in his hand, then slowly loosened his grip, his gaze toward Ronan appearing extremely gloomy and unpleasant.

"A substitution method?"

Ronan frowned.

When he punched Lola just now, it had a similar effect.

As a Third Level Wizard, putting aside combat strength, the wealth and knowledge accumulated over a long period of time would give him some means of survival.

It's normal that they're hard to kill.

"Boom—"

In just a short while, several spells were launched at Ronan.

All of them were of the third level. A huge, viscous blood mass exploded on him, bursting into a strange, flower-like shape. Each blood-red petal contained the aura of shattering and crushing.

There was a huge green crystal wrapped in tiny sparks of electricity, from which countless sharp filaments grew, each one [Penetration] the void.

There was also a transparent, invisible, ferocious hand, its five fingers squeezing out a terrifying force of collapse.

Ronan lunged forward, his arms outstretched, his ten sharp, black fingers clanging, silvery-white metal adhering to them, and a mysterious, eerie blue Spell Breaking Flame rising up.

"Boom! Bang!"

He shattered all three third-tier spells, and the countless energy particles that exploded lashed out at him like scattered lightning and whips, creating a dense, crackling sound.

Ronan emerged from the torrent of energy, his long hair, a blend of dark blue and shimmering white, billowing like a cloak behind him. Countless sparks of energy flashed across his body, shattering his metal suit, but the monstrous, grotesque body beneath remained completely untouched.

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

Ronan's figure suddenly disappeared and then suddenly reappeared.

A flash of light, and yet another [Resurrection Society] Third Level Wizard exploded.

After the wizard's body exploded, it transformed into countless blood-red bats that scattered in all directions. Ronan casually swung out an arm and used his palm to cut through the air, creating a huge crescent-shaped black air blade that shredded a large number of blood-red bats in one go.

The remaining bats gathered at the other end of the space and transformed back into a thin human figure.

Staggering and unsteady, before he could even regain his footing, he was struck down again by a figure that descended like lightning! "Bang—"

This time, however, only a few bats were born.

Ronan crushed them one by one, and when he killed the last one, a jet-black ring fell out of the bat's belly.

He gently pinched the ring, turned around, and calmly surveyed the remaining people.

The intense chanting of spells and the fluctuations of mental energy that had been filling the arena had almost completely stopped at some point. What appeared before Ronan were faces filled with shock, horror, and disbelief.

Beneath the long black robe that concealed their form, someone's hand holding a staff trembled slightly uncontrollably.

A low, strained voice sounded.

"That guy Salanchi can even withstand third-tier spells!"

"Brooker is dead. I have lost all connection to his soul."

"Is this a bloodline or a body modification technique...? I don't understand."

"Ah--"

Suddenly someone let out a piercing scream and charged toward Ronan, flailing their limbs like a madman.

"Why did you stop? Are you scared? He's only level two! He still has the coordinates we need on him! You bunch of incompetent and useless trash!"

"Whoosh—"

Ronan disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was behind that crazed figure.

The latter's swaying body suddenly stopped, and a twisted face slowly revealed an expression of hatred, pain, resentment, and bitterness, before it slowly lowered its head.

Upon seeing the gaping hole in her chest, Lola withered and crumbled like a dead vine. A golden light shot out from her corpse, enveloped in a gray mist. Lola's face could be vaguely discerned, constantly shifting between various expressions, while an intense vitality emanated from the light.

"Innocuous Wood?"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he moved to grab the ball of light, but a spell suddenly flew in from the side.

He casually shattered the spell, but his movement was also obstructed. He could only watch helplessly as the golden ball of light was carried by Lola's soul, tearing open a hole in the space and quickly entering.

"Damn it?!"

Ronan abruptly turned his head to look in the direction from which the spell came. A figure draped in black robes was intimidated by the coldness in his gaze and subconsciously took several steps back.

Even with the black robe concealing him, one could still sense his tension and panic.

"We can't stay trapped here forever!"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he stared at the spot where Lola had just fled. He took out his Mirror Dagger and gently stabbed himself in the spot.

"Whoosh—"

His figure vanished into thin air from the arena.

It doesn't count as repeating previous useless attempts.

Now that a large portion of the [Resurrection Society]'s Third Level Wizard have gathered here, and he even killed one of them, the [Resurrection Society]'s power in each Independent Space should become weaker.

This was actually the best opportunity for him to escape.

If I'm lucky, I might even catch up with Lola.

As Ronan's figure disappeared, the group of [Resurrection Society] Third Level Wizard on the Fighting Arena looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Salanchi!"

Someone whispered a name.

Should we continue pursuing them?

The [Resurrection Society] Black Robe Wizard robes, who had previously undermined Lola, shook his head.

Lola

"I don't care if she lives or dies, you shouldn't have stopped me in that moment!"

The Black Robe Wizard named Salanchi glanced coldly at the Third Level Wizard who had shielded Lola from Ronan earlier, then said with a glint in his eyes, "Coordinates' strength is far greater than we expected."

Even if we manage to take him down, the price we pay will likely be quite heavy.

I think none of us want to see that outcome... Let's report to the Dark Head.

Salanchi took a deep breath and said slowly, "Let the Dark Head deal with him personally."

"He seems to have a way to escape the confinement of the 'Empty Mirror Rubik's Cube'."

If he's determined to escape, he might not live to see the Dark Head arrive...

"Doesn't he have a grudge against that crazy woman Lola? Lola as bait, keeping him hanging, and then sending him up to be killed when necessary should be enough to stall until the Dark Head arrives."

The group of [Resurrection Society] members in black robes nodded slowly. Then, after calming themselves down, they stepped into the mirrored void beside them and disappeared one after another.

"Whoosh—"

Ronan appeared.

The moment he completed the teleportation, he immediately saw several figures in front of him stand up in unison, looking at him with an extremely tense and wary expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They were several young-looking level two wizards, all wearing the same black robes. However, unlike the pure black robes worn by the [Resurrection Society] wizards, their robes were exquisitely designed, each with a white skull pattern on its chest and flowing, unstable shadow patterns below it.

He is a wizard from the Black Nightmare Swamp.

Ronan ignored them and, while the Mirror Dagger cooled down, considered his next escape route.

Ronan now faces only two choices: escape alone or reunite with the people of the Silver Magic Ring.

Escaping alone offers a better chance of survival, but reuniting with the Silver Magic Ring members would allow for a more composed approach to facing the [Resurrection Society]'s pursuit.

But whichever option he chooses, he must first solve one problem—

Now, under the influence of the Dawn Magical Item controlled by the [Resurrection Society], the entire competition venue has been transformed into a huge spatial cage, which is further divided into countless independent small "cells".

Although Ronan possessed the Mirror Dagger, allowing him to move freely between the "cells," he was unable to truly break free of the cage and could only endlessly wander inside.

"It would be great if we could know the patterns of these independent small spatial changes."

Ronan pondered this, silently picking up the Mirror Dagger, preparing for the next teleportation.

Just then, a silvery-white spatial energy seed deep within his consciousness suddenly trembled slightly, bursting forth with a large cloud of silver mist.

"Buzz—"

Ronan felt a buzzing in his head, followed by the natural release of his spiritual energy, which swept past some rapidly moving light and shadow before quickly retreating.

The silver light mist that had exploded from the spatial energy seed in his mind condensed into silver lines, which intertwined and quickly formed a slowly rotating Rubik's Cube-like object in his mind.

This silver Rubik's Cube is composed of hundreds of small pieces of varying sizes. Each time it rotates, the positions of the pieces that make up the magic will change accordingly. Ronan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted.

"This is the Dawn Magical Item that the [Resurrection Society] possesses?"

Is it because the Silver Staff that left the spatial energy seed and the Rubik's Cube are both artifacts of the Dawn Rank Mirror Garden, and there is some kind of strange connection between them?

Ronan was unsure, but the mutation that the spatial energy seed had produced undoubtedly helped him a great deal.

He quickly found his current position in the Rubik's Cube's 3D diagram. After the silver Rubik's Cube rotated once, he found a direction and quickly activated the teleportation function of the Mirror Dagger.

"Whoosh—"

Ronan's figure disappeared and reappeared in a small, empty, and deserted space.

Beneath their feet lay the land of the Goblin Plain, with a faint smell of blood lingering in the air.

"I jumped one step... it was according to my wishes."

Ronan looked at the "Cube Map" and was momentarily excited.

Wait 30 seconds for the Mirror Dagger to cool down, then seize the opportunity to activate it again.

"Whoosh—"

"Roar--"

Suddenly, a terrifying, inhuman roar rang in his ears. As soon as Ronan landed, he saw limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere, tattered robes of various colors, and an overwhelming stench of blood.

Inside this small, isolated space, blood was practically flowing everywhere.

"You worthless scum of the [Resurrection Society]! Die!"

A strange, low growl sounded in his ear, accompanied by a sharp, terrifying whooshing sound.

Ronan turned his head sharply and saw a blurry bloodstain.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his long, slender blue-white hair suddenly whipped back, runes flickered in his palm, black light surged, and countless tiny white lightning bolts gathered in his palm before he slammed it into the incoming crimson fist.

"Boom!"

It was as if two incredibly heavy objects had collided violently.

At the point of impact, crimson and black light intertwined, space rapidly collapsed, contracted, and then exploded into a terrifying pressure like a tsunami or hurricane.

"Ta-da!"

Ronan took several steps back, a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

In his "Complete Demonification" state, he was still able to be repelled by someone using only his physical strength.

It's simply unbelievable.

Looking ahead, Ronan saw a Flesh Monster, over four meters tall with bulging muscles, rapidly retreating.

As he retreated, half of his body exploded one after another like firecrackers.

Beneath the flying flesh and blood, a thin, pale human body was revealed.

When half of the face beneath that fleshy body was revealed, Ronan paused for a moment, then blurted out.

"Rufus?!"

His face was pale and handsome, his hair looked like it was constantly flowing with blood, and his eyes were strange, with the whites of his eyes making up almost 90% of them.

It was Rufus, the first genius of the Crimson Tower.

Rufus's shock far surpassed Ronan's, especially after recognizing Ronan's appearance and identity, which intensified his astonishment.

A tall and imposing pure white body, a bizarre and grotesque fleshy and monstrous form.

The two stood at opposite ends of the void, their gazes meeting, as if two evil spirits and monsters from ancient legends were staring at each other from afar.