I've Longed for the Black Robe for a Long Time. Just Kidding, Again!

Rufus was filled with intense killing intent. Ronan noticed that his left hand was holding a bloody human head. When Ronan saw the head's appearance, his pupils contracted slightly.

It was the face of a very young and beautiful woman, frozen with the shock, pain, and fear of her impending death.

The key point is the woman's identity.

This woman was another Third Level Wizard genius from the Crimson Tower besides Rufus, and she also participated in the competition. Because of her status as a female wizard, she had always attracted a lot of attention, so Ronan remembered her.

But now, the young witch is dead, her head held casually in Rufus's hand like a rotten apple.

Judging from the scattered limbs and robes on the ground, this witch was likely an "undercover agent" planted by the [Resurrection Society] within the Crimson Tower. Several other [Resurrection Society] witches had previously resided in this space.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, unleashing Expert Level [Detection Spell], a faint white light emanating from the depths of his eyes.

He could even see the lingering resentment of the dead wizards hovering around Rufus, lingering with a mixture of fear and hatred.

He guessed that the [Resurrection Society] might want to control or kill Rufus, and had arranged for at least three Third Level Wizards to target him. However, they all died at Rufus's hands.

This unassuming top genius of the Crimson Tower, beneath his "gentle" exterior lies a brutal and savage nature completely opposite to his outward appearance, like an ancient demon cloaked in the skin of a wizard. Clearly, Rufus felt the same way about him.

The two stared at each other in silence, and an inexplicable atmosphere gradually rose in the air, but neither of them made a move.

A moment later, Ronan calmly raised the Mirror Dagger in his hand and, following the pattern of the "Cube Map" in his mind, gently inserted it into his shoulder. After Ronan's figure disappeared, at the other end of the space, amidst a large expanse of dense crimson blood that gathered like silk threads, Rufus stood quietly.

On his half- Ronan, fleshy monster body, countless buds of flesh grew wildly, rapidly repairing his injuries and enveloping him once more. His pale, handsome face gradually disappeared among the countless swirling, fleshy buds, with only a pair of eerie pupils the size of pinholes flickering with a scarlet, [Bloodthirst] light.

"The Silver Magic Ring... Ronan Damien, is that right?"

"I'll remember that punch."

Ronan checked his position on the "Cube Map," silently calculating the pattern of the silver magic's rotation in his mind.

There is actually no pattern.

The Dawn Magical Item are manipulated by humans. The [Resurrection Society] knows where he is. Every time they lock onto Ronan's location, they "rotate" the space he is in to the center of the "cage," throwing him back to the "starting point" time and time again.

But this doesn't mean Ronan is without a way to escape or break the deadlock.

Just as the Mirror Dagger requires a 30-second cooldown time to be used each time, each Dawn Rank Space Magic also requires a certain amount of preparation time to be activated.

"As long as we can manage the timing well, it'll be fine."

"Whoosh—"

Ronan landed calmly, comparing the result with the "Cube Map" in his mind, and it was basically consistent with his expectations.

This "game" is much simpler than the one he encountered in the Mysterious Garden Secret Realm.

A true master of spatial magic can construct a complex and ingenious magical maze in a space the size of a garden; while a mediocre apprentice, even if he wields Dawn Rank magical artifact, can only resort to mindless and brutal encirclement and blocking.

"Two... at most three more teleportations should be enough to completely escape this cage..."

Ronan, thinking to himself, was timing the cooldown of the Mirror Dagger and preparing for the next teleportation.

However, at that moment, a golden ball of light radiating vitality suddenly entered the empty, Independent Space.

Ronan paused for a moment, and the blurry female phantom wrapped around the golden ball of light also froze the instant it saw him.

Lola.

What a coincidence!

"Damn it! Where did those bastards lead me?"

Ronan completely shattered Laura's physical body, leaving only her soul core. Upon seeing Ronan's face, Lola let out a piercing scream and began to curse incessantly.

The golden light quickly broke open a hole and hurriedly tried to slip inside.

But Ronan was faster than her.

It was only a fleeting moment.

"Bang!"

Golden lightning seemed to explode within the space, and the positions of the two objects switched places.

Lola, in her soul form, stared at Ronan not far away with an extremely ugly expression. Ronan, on the other hand, was holding a golden ball of light in his hand with a strange expression.

"The heartwood of the Innocuous Wood...?"

Ronan looked at the object in his hand, which resembled solidified amber. The powerful vitality emanating from it was hundreds of times stronger than the Leaf of Innocence that he had obtained from Lola.

The Vitality Orb, which had previously been depleted by entering "Complete Demonification," was now rapidly recovering simply by holding the tree heart in its hand.

Ronan carefully put the tree heart away and looked up at Lola.

The latter's pale face was comparable to the barely visible dawn.

Those dark green pupils were filled with deep-seated resentment and hatred towards him.

"Whoosh—"

A crack silently appeared beside Lola in her spirit form, and she gave Ronan a deep look.

"I will definitely come back."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. He didn't take Lola's threat to heart. What he was thinking about was whether to chase after her and kill her.

After some deliberation, Ronan decided against it.

It would be troublesome to catch up with Lola in her soul form, who has the ability to freely travel through space. The most urgent thing is to escape according to the original plan.

Thinking it over, Ronan stopped looking at Lola, silently picked up the Mirror Dagger, and selected the next location to teleport to.

Just as they were about to leave, they were surprised to see Lola, who had just left a second ago, emerge again from the ripples in the void.

She looked terrified, her illusory face filled with tension and anxiety, and she kept screaming and cursing, as if she were being chased.

Besides himself, is there someone else who wants to kill Lola? Ronan frowned as he watched as Lola's body seemed to be firmly grasped by an invisible force, her soul stretched and lengthened, and finally, like a wisp of smoke gathering, it was gently grasped in the palm of a slender and powerful hand that emerged from the air.

"Puff--"

It's like extinguishing a small fire.

The hand that grabbed Lola closed its five fingers, and Lola's screams and curses stopped abruptly. Her entire soul vanished, and she perished completely.

Ronan's pupils contracted slightly, and without any hesitation, he plunged the Mirror Dagger in his hand into his body.

"Whoosh—"

After the brief teleportation ended, Ronan landed, and as he took in the scene before him, his expression gradually became serious.

He is still in the same space.

The location simply shifted 500 meters in the predetermined direction.

This independent space grew so large that he couldn't escape it even with a single teleportation using the Mirror Dagger. As he deciphered the rules by which the [Resurrection Society] controlled the Dawn Magical Item, his method of traversing space was also seen through by the [Resurrection Society].

So, they specially "tailor-made" a unique "prison" for him! The owner of the hand that had previously extinguished Lola's soul walked out of thin air.

He was a tall, slender man in black robes, his aura as obscure and profound as a black hole. He stood there quietly, swallowing all the light around him.

Ronan felt a "scorching" heat, as a blinding light shone from beneath the blackness, causing him to squint.

He "saw" nine dazzling clusters of spiritual energy arranged in a strange form, vaguely forming an inexplicable pattern, like a tight circle.

The pinnacle of Third Level Wizard is to condense nine Spiritual Power Crystal, which are then combined into a larger whole.

The Black Robe Wizard before them was clearly in the final stage of advancing from level three to level four. The next step was to nurture his primordial spirit, completely step out of the mist, and touch the Dawn.

This strength is even greater than that of the several ring masters of the Silver Magic Ring he has seen.

Neither Kosti, nor Caloni, nor Aqi Duo ever gave Ronan this feeling.

"Peak of Level Three... Half-step to Dawn?"

At this moment, Ronan saw the surrounding void gradually turn into a thick silver color, with a bright, mirror-like sheen. He tried to activate the Mirror Dagger again, but this time it only flickered in place and could no longer break through the space.

One after another, black-robed figures rapidly emerged from the mirror-like void.

Most of the auras were ones Ronan had sensed before, the same ones the [Resurrection Society] wizards who had come with Lola to kill him.

These people walked up to the first Black Robe Wizard, bowed their heads, and murmured, "Dark Head."

Ronan remained expressionless, but his power was gradually being unleashed.

His eyes slowly turned pure white, and tiny lightning bolts shot out from his pores. His body rose, and his muscles bulged as he once again entered the state of "Complete Demonification".

There were almost no words spoken.

After completing the transformation into the "Ancient Giant Demon Form," Ronan's figure vanished without warning.

Sensing the rapid fluctuations in the air, the [Resurrection Society] wizards surrounding the man in black quickly dispersed.

Like a sudden, blazing white lightning bolt, a hideous, grotesque figure abruptly appeared before the black-robed Dark Head! "Boom!"

The space suddenly collapsed, vibrating like a drumbeat, and countless white streams of air burst forth between Ronan and the black-robed Dark Head, forming a huge vortex hurricane.

Ronan maintained his punching stance, the ancient rune on his right palm gathering all power, and a thick black light flowed like ink.

The [Rage] air currents whipped his long hair up, making it flutter high like a dark blue and white flag.

However, all the power contained in his punch was completely blocked.

The black- Dark Head extended only one hand, with a transparent light emanating from his palm, firmly blocking Ronan's fist.

Invisible ripples emanated from the point of their clash, gently lifting the hem of the [Resurrection Society]'s Dark Head wizard's black robe, revealing countless mysterious runes that appeared and disappeared around him.

Ronan remained calm, but his icy eyes beneath the [Thoughtless Lake] trembled slightly.

Having just comprehended the "Complete Demonification" state of the [[Immaculate Body]], he tore apart First Resonance domain of power from Clemens with his bare hands.

Now, this state has been enhanced by more than ten times, and it is also blessed by the [Ancient Power] rune.

He was even blocked by the [Resurrection Society]'s Dark Head with one hand.

The opponent didn't even use any magic; he simply used pure mental power to block the full force of his punch.

The gap is too big. Is this the true power of a wizard standing at the peak of level three? Ronan took a deep breath, his body shifting sideways, like a pure white lightning bolt, disappearing and reappearing.

After the Nightmare Tungsten Steel and Neiman Alloy fused and silvered, they floated on his body surface and solidified on his arms and legs to form huge and exaggerated serrated blades.

"Call--"

Each part of their body cut long, dark streaks in the air, attacking the Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society] from different directions.

No wizard's fighting style is like his now, completely abandoning the composure and elegance of a wizard, as if he has transformed into a primitive and savage ancient beast. The black-robed members of the [Resurrection Society] who have retreated far to the side are merely watching, their eyelids twitching incessantly.

Ronan's speed was so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to perceive it. All that others could see was a flurry of pure white, and streaks of black lightning bolts constantly attacking the Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society].

But no matter how terrifying the attack, once it gets within five meters of its body, it is immediately blocked by a layer of transparent, viscous, invisible force. The black lightning-shaped ripples all miss their mark, only causing concentric ripples.

"Ho—"

In a single instant, the relentless, storm-like offensive abruptly ceased.

As the numerous black ripples faded, Ronan's figure reappeared.

"Breathe--"

Ronan breathed heavily, and his appearance changed again.

The hair, extending nearly a foot upwards from the roots, gradually turned dark blue. On the ridiculously strong body of the giant monster, dense, snake-scale-like patterns appeared, and even its eyes, which were frozen by Wu Nian, showed signs of cracking and loosening.

Within the gray mark rising from the center of those pure white pieces, a faint hint of blood seemed to emanate, and a violent light leaked out.

A series of attacks, and the activation of boundless vitality, further stimulated the subtle Ancient Frost Hydra bloodline power that had already fused within him.

Ronan seemed to hear those slippery, low, evil murmurs already faintly rising.

"[Ancient Power]! Break—"

Countless surging silver crystals converged towards Ronan's hands. Propelled by the Ancient Power and his terrifying physical strength, he plummeted like a meteor.

Within his body, only a tiny, rice-grain-sized compressed crystal of life force shone with unparalleled brilliance. This light burst forth from his eyes, ultimately slamming into the Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society]. "Boom!"

An unprecedentedly terrifying aftershock formed a huge white wave that kept crashing outwards, making the entire space seem to shake and vibrate.

The Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society], who had not moved an inch, finally retreated, and the transparent, invisible wall around him showed a deep indentation.

Ronan stood before the Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society], his fists, enveloped in a dense black light, less than half a foot away from the black robe, inching closer and closer.

Just as it was about to break through that barrier, the black hood lifted slightly. "Aging."

A calm, deep voice rang out from beneath the black robe, accompanied by a rapidly expanding gray halo.

In an instant, the black light on Ronan's fist disintegrated inch by inch, and the aura surrounding him crumbled rapidly, like a sandcastle being washed away by a torrent of water.

Ronan staggered backward as his long, flowing hair cascaded down.

The violent coldness in his eyes quickly faded under the eerie power of the gray halo, and he seemed to regain his composure.

As he retreated, Ronan made a gesture of extending his hand horizontally.

Countless dense and mysterious energies emerged, and three tranquil, flowing Seven-Colored River appeared in the void.

The three rivers converge into one, seemingly flowing from a legendary, mysterious land, silently heading towards the location of the [Resurrection Society]'s Dark Head.

"A second-stage Magic Domain Resonance?!"

A low gasp of shock rippled through the crowd, and at that moment, even the gaze cast from beneath the silent black robe seemed to show a slight change in expression.

He raised his hands, making a stretching motion to the sides, and countless dense shadows surged from between his arms, silently colliding with and neutralizing the mighty Seven-Colored River. "Cough—"

Ronan retreated to the very edge of the space, looking utterly defeated.

He coughed uncontrollably, and black, foul-smelling blood spurted from his mouth.

"High-level curse power?"

Ronan looked down at his hands; the veins on the back of his hands were fading, and his skin felt slightly wrinkled.

The [Immaculate Body] is the nemesis of all curses; its abundant vitality can counteract the power of most curses.

But at this moment, his life force was almost completely exhausted, and he could no longer maintain the state of "Complete Demonification". He could only rely on the strength of his own body to resist the power of the curse.

That eerie force that causes people to age, wither, decay, and even die.

It was constantly eroding the remaining life force within him.

"Pat-pat-pat-"

It's like someone stepping barefoot on the surface of icy water.

The [Resurrection Society], Dark Head had blocked his final attack, the [Double Mirrorlight] enhanced by the [Schubert's Seven-Colored River], walked towards him step by step.

Ronan looked up and calmly watched the other person approach.

"Snap—"

Suddenly, a crisp sound, like a mirror shattering, rang out in the quiet space.

The Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society] abruptly stopped, and everyone looked up to see the clear silver cracks appearing in the surrounding void. "Dark Head!"

Someone called out urgently in a low voice, and the latter raised his hand.

"The entire Cube Space is on the verge of collapse, and the power of the Dawn Magical Item is waning."

Ronan exhaled a breath of stale air, looked at the powerful [Resurrection Society] Dark Head before him, as formidable as the unconquerable Black Night, and calmly asked, "Aren't you going to leave right away?"

"This is all the time left."

Beneath the deep black robe, a cold gaze fell indifferently on Ronan. "That's enough."

Ronan fell silent.

The [Resurrection Society] continued to move forward in Dark Head, but at a much faster pace than before.

A gray Aging Aura constantly surrounded him, and the closer he got, the weaker Ronan appeared.

As the black-robed figure approached Ronan, they were less than a few meters apart.

Ronan abruptly raised his head and blurted out a sentence out of the blue.

"You want the World Stone coordinates I have? You don't necessarily have to kill me, do you?"

The Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society] paused in their tracks.

"Indeed, it's not necessary."

Ronan blinked, straining to lift his head, and then said, "How about I join you with the coordinates? Honestly, I've longed to be a black-robed wizard for a long time! Grey-robed wizards and all that... they're really boring..."

"I've longed for black robes for a long time; gray robes are really boring..."

A clear voice echoed in the space, and what followed were bewildered and confused faces that quietly rose from beneath the black robes.

Ronan's words even stunned the Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society].

He lowered his head as if he was thinking.

The sounds of space cracking around them gradually intensified. Finally, the Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society] calmed down and spoke calmly, "If..."

But just as he was about to reply, he was interrupted by a soft laugh.

"Ha ha."

Ronan swayed as he slowly stood up, stuffed a piece of amber-like golden yellow into his mouth, chewed it vigorously, and made a crisp "crunch crunch" sound.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers digging deep into his left chest, into his heart, and gently pressed down on the hard, sharp Bloodline Crystal.

He looked up at the black robe that was so close to him.

It was as if one could see through the deep darkness to the true face beneath the black robe.

Ronan's lips curled up as he looked at the [Resurrection Society]'s Dark Head before him and said with a smile.

"I was just kidding."

After saying that, he suddenly exerted force with his right hand.

"Snap—"

The entire Bloodline Crystal shattered, along with the heartwood of the "Innocuous Wood" that he had just chewed and swallowed.

Two unprecedented, surging forces collided violently like Torrent.

"Bang—"

Ronan's long hair suddenly billowed up, and a terrifying aura spread out like ten thousand volcanoes erupting at the same time. His hoarse, almost indistinct voice rang softly in the ears of everyone in the arena.

"Again!"