Ring the Death Knell Once More, and Send Yourself Off!

In the state of [[Extremely Boiling Lake]], the three Spiritual Power Crystal in Ronan's mind seemed to burn completely, with thin golden flames rising from the crystal-clear crystals.

A massive amount of spiritual power burst forth from his body, forming a distorted, pale golden force field around him.

If the [Thoughtless Lake] sealed away all of Ronan's distracting thoughts, allowing Ronan to enter a state of complete focus, absolute concentration, and absolute control, then...

The "[Extremely Boiling Lake]" is quite the opposite.

Ronan's emotions were ignited, transforming into a raging Fire of Battle Intent. Every cell in his body and every thought that arose in his mind was active at a level ten times greater than normal.

Every moment, countless inspirations erupt, collide, and [Annihilation] in his mind. It's like magma breaking free from the earth's crust, rolling and roaring wildly, unstoppable, releasing boundless energy and passion! This state is reflected in his spellcasting combat as a surge in spell power, an expansion of spell domain, and the summoning of more and larger free energy particles from the world.

The three Extraordinary Magic Domain powers derived from Ice Magic— [Despair Ice Seal], [Frost Veins], and [[Extreme Frozen Weapon]]—have all reached the second-stage Magic Domain Resonance realm after Ronan's three years of arduous training.

Now, with the blessing of the [[Extremely Boiling Lake]], its power has expanded dramatically, with each one even possessing a terrifying aura of nearly Level Three of resonance.

"Click-clack-clack—"

Layers of frost expanded and spread from Ronan's surroundings, forming a huge Ice Seal Array at Ronan feet, resembling an exquisite hexagonal snowflake.

Compared to the previous encounter with the Ash Witch Moriel, without the suppression of the Red Lotus Fire, this icy power appeared even colder and heavier.

Ronan raised his right hand slightly, and from the deep blue vortex of ice and snow formed by countless ice-type energy particles in front of him, Pure White Ice Blade tens of meters high slowly emerged.

Without any movement, a terrifying chill and Keen Edge were already spreading wildly.

As the ghostly wave of the Skeleton Doom Bell Mafflin swept close to the massive Ice Blade, the dark gray wave was silently frozen. Then, like a frozen Ice River crashing head-on into a reef, it was cleaved in two by the Ice Blade with a thunderous roar, rolling towards Ronan's body on either side.

Ronan scanned the shattered, tumbling chunks of blackish-gray Black Ice at his feet, noticing that each piece was densely packed with twisted, terrifying human faces, each one wailing silently at him. "They're all Grievous Soul, Ghost Body."

Ronan took a light breath, spread his right hand's five fingers, and slowly closed them.

It was as if he were grasping Pure White Ice Blade directly above his head, radiating a chilling aura and endless sharpness. A cold light flashed in his golden, burning eyes.

A gentle breeze ruffled Ronan's hair as he looked at the Bone Bell shrouded in billowing Ash Smoke before him and suddenly made a diagonal slashing motion with his sword.

"Cut!"

The enormous, Pure White Ice Blade seemed to be held by Invisible Hand, moving almost in sync with Ronan's actions.

It quietly lifted itself, creating a dazzling ice flower in the air, and then quickly slashed forward.

As the Ice Blade struck, a long, dark slit appeared in the void, large chunks of ice crystals condensed, and below, the rolling black tide silently broke apart to both sides, including the materialized Ash Smoke of the soul.

Beneath the Ice Blade, the sinister and evil face of the Skeleton Doom Bell Mafflin was fully revealed.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar erupted from the collision of spells, causing the air in the surrounding area, and even the ancient buildings below, to tremble violently.

The gust of wind generated by the aftershock of the energy blew Claire's robes from behind, and Claire's figure came to an abrupt halt.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around.

They saw a tall, slender figure, clad entirely in Silver White Metal and graceful as a dragon, surrounded by endless icy cold, wielding Ice Blade as it fiercely slashed at the terrifying figure above the ghostly black tide.

Claire's pupils contracted slightly, and she froze in shock.

A moment later, his eyes flashed rapidly, and he gritted his teeth, spitting out a few words: "This... madman!"

Claire took out Communication Stone and quickly sent a message to the group. Then, her expression changed, and she angrily rushed towards the battle group.

"A battle between Top Genius Figure?!"

In a winding, ancient street, two Third Level Wizard walking together heard the sound of colliding spells and felt the violent shock coming from afar. They suddenly stopped and looked at each other in surprise.

Without hesitation, the two flew directly toward the direction from which the magical fluctuations were coming.

The closer they got to the battle, the more terrifying the power of the fighting became. Both Third Level Wizard felt their scalps tingle and their hearts pound.

They had realized that this was a battle far beyond their level, one they couldn't participate in, but curiosity still drove them forward.

Soon, the scene of battle came into their view.

Like a roaring river, the turbulent black and gray waves surged across the sky, the tolling of death knells echoed one after another, and countless Nether Ghost wailed and danced around the battle. In the distance, that area of the sky seemed to have completely fallen into the domain of the dead, with the stench of decay and death constantly spreading outwards.

With just one glance, the two recognized the identities of the people fighting.

"It's the Skeleton Doom Bell Mafflin!"

"This guy's strength."

A Third Level Wizard gritted his teeth and said with unease, "It's even more terrifying than the rumors say; it's simply beyond the capabilities of an ordinary mid-level level-three wizard."

After being intimidated, the two became even more curious.

"Just who is this person who can fight Mafflin to such an extent?"

"Is he one of the top figures in the first tier?"

As the two drew closer, they gradually came to see the countless frosts, colder than ghosts, filling the realm of the dead. The biting wind cut their faces, but it did not diminish their desire to explore.

Ice Magic!

The one fighting the Skeleton Doom Bell Mafflin is a wizard who specializes in Ice Magic!

Which Ice Magic mage in the south possesses such formidable power?

In a fleeting moment, Pure White Ice Blade, like the fangs of an ancient ice dragon, pierced through the layers of Nether Ghost barriers, revealing a tall figure surrounded by ice and snow, clad in silver armor, amidst the endless frost and snow.

The moment the two Third Level Wizard saw who they were fighting and sensed the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from the other Mafflin, their expressions froze.

The two looked at each other, both seeing shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.

"Level 2?!"

"The one who pushed the Skeleton Doom Bell Mafflin to this extent... is actually a level two wizard?!"

The same scene was happening in different corners near the battle group.

The battle between Mafflin and Ronan attracted a large number of wizards from the surrounding area to watch.

The Bone Bell is a formidable name; in the South, among the Undead Magic, the Bone Bell is almost second only to the Nether Toxin Mask.

In terms of the evil and wickedness of magical practices, "Bone Bell" even surpasses "Nether Toxin Mask," making it infamous.

As a result, many wizards knew Mafflin and were naturally curious about an opponent who could stand up to him head-on.

"Boom!"

The Pure White Ice Blade sliced through layers of barriers formed by Nether Ghost, reaching all the way to the top of Mafflin's head, only to be stopped by the Spiritual Force Field and Extraordinary Magic Domain released by his body.

Beneath the thick Ash Smoke Mafflin appeared bizarrely, wearing a pure black robe with rotten and tattered edges. He was as thin as a rake, unusually tall, and bald, without a single hair on his head. Fan-shaped bone fragments grew outward from both sides of his cheeks, and his pale eyes were filled with scarlet blood vessels, making him look like a monstrous skeleton that had just crawled out of its grave.

I underestimated you.

"You remind me of the last student my teacher took on."

Mafflin looked up at the huge Ice Blade hovering above his head, and said in a low voice with a hint of reminiscence, "After I poisoned the old man to death, that kid challenged me for revenge at the second level. His ignorant and fearless appearance at the time was exactly the same as yours!"

Mafflin looked at Ronan, a wicked smile suddenly blooming on his high cheekbones and gaunt face, revealing two rows of uneven, pale teeth and scarlet gums.

With a chilling aura, he burst into a piercing laugh like Night Owl, then his expression suddenly turned ferocious as he raised his hands.

"Panic... boiling over!"

In an instant, all the dark gray waves beneath Mafflin's feet, around him, and in the sky evaporated completely.

Countless Nether Ghost flew out from the evaporating black waves, forming a massive ghost storm that instantly shattered countless frosts before rapidly sweeping towards Ronan.

Ronan remained expressionless, his eyes gleaming with a thick, fiery blue-gold hue.

He stretched his hands outwards, and the Pure White Ice Blade that had cleaved Mafflin quickly retracted. Then, it trembled slightly in the void, and a large amount of mysterious energy surged out. Three almost identical Pure White Ice Blade appeared in the void, with endless frost piled up.

The power of the domain belonging to the [[Absolute Freeze] Peerless Weapon] suddenly expanded several times.

This was just the beginning. The deep blue magic circle beneath Ronan's feet, resembling a hexagonal ice flower, began to grow wildly outwards, instantly becoming several times more complex and profound.

The two expanded domain powers rapidly merged, the shattered frost condensed again, and an unprecedented sealing and strangling aura rose. Under the blessing of the Unparalleled Ice Seal Array, it carried four Pure White Ice Blades and slashed towards the ghost storm like an angry dragon [Multiple Mirror Lights]! To be precise, it should be the [Multiple Mirror Lights] rune after repeated upgrades and optimizations.

Three years ago, [Multiple Mirror Lights] was activated, which allowed a spell to be "replicated" twice. Three years later, the number of "replications" has reached three.

Moreover, the replicated spells are more perfect and closer to the original.

The "Ice Dragon" and the Ghost Storm collided, constantly rubbing against each other and canceling each other out, finally exploding with a loud bang, but without making a sound.

The exploding ghost storm transformed into countless black streams of air, each composed of a distorted human face. Black flames ignited on these streams, which resembled countless rapidly swimming black fish, circling the sky before charging fiercely towards Ronan at a certain point.

"Whoosh—"

Ronan swung his right arm like a knife in front of him. The power had not yet dissipated, and the four Ice Blades, which had only shrunk in size, emitted a clear and melodious trembling sound as they swept in all directions.

Streaks of black flame were frozen, shattered, and extinguished by the frost... but more surged closer to Ronan, trembling wildly. The countless Grievous Soul faces that formed these streams of energy all mouthed out a roar at him! "Roar—"

Countless Nether Ghost screamed and shrieked, and countless sound waves converged, directly creating a terrifying sonic tsunami in the air.

At this moment, the void seemed to transform into a transparent curtain that could be seen and touched, revealing layers upon layers of twisted ripples and folds under the terrifying sound waves.

Even though the Third Level Wizard who were watching maintained a relatively safe distance beforehand, they were inevitably affected.

Their expressions changed drastically, and they retreated rapidly.

Some were unable to dodge in time, and their faces were contorted under the sound waves, with blood flowing from their seven orifices. They staggered and barely managed to escape.

Claire had just cast a spell and was preparing to launch a sneak attack on Bone Bell, also retreated swiftly.

Claire only breathed a sigh of relief after retreating to a completely safe area.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he abruptly looked up at the center of the sound wave burst.

In that spot, the enormous hexagonal ice flower pattern and the four Pure White Ice Blades were completely shattered, leaving only a pale golden Spiritual Force Field, which was rapidly compressing and shrinking under the sonic tsunami. "Damn it..."

Claire's face immediately turned extremely ugly. He clenched his fists tightly, but then reluctantly loosened them little by little. "Is this Mafflin's true strength?"

The wizards who had retreated to watch the battle were all deeply moved, their eyes filled with shock and horror.

"Among the wizarding geniuses in the South who Undead Magic, apart from Andariel, no one can surpass Mafflin! This guy's legacy is terrifying. The accumulated souls of the Bone Bell generation after generation, even with some perishing and being lost in battle and over time, still possess an unparalleled base. Ordinary wizards simply cannot, and are not qualified to, be his opponent."

"That level two Ice Magic was monstrous enough, it's just a pity he ran into Mafflin."

One wizard couldn't help but sigh, "If he had more time, he might have grown to the same level as, or even surpassed, Mafflin."

It's a pity that he didn't even leave a name behind, perishing in this battle.

At this moment, in the center of the terrifying sonic tsunami, the pale gold representing Ronan's Spiritual Force Field had been compressed to the point of being almost invisible, like a flickering candle in a gale, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Some onlookers felt sorry for him, some were disdainful, and some sneered.

Ronan's previously displayed strength, far exceeding his own level, was astonishing, but he could only blame himself for being too sharp and sharp, running into an opponent like the Skeleton Doom Bell Mafflin before he had fully grown up.

However, just when everyone thought it was all over.

A wizard on the edge of the battle suddenly felt a chill.

He touched his cheek and looked up in confusion.

"Is it snowing?"

He wasn't the only one; many spectating wizards suddenly noticed that snowflakes were beginning to fall from the sky.

Each snowflake had eight edges, a shape more complex than they had ever seen before, and its color was a pure white that blended from deep blue, making it exquisitely beautiful.

Delicate snowflakes gently landed on their faces and bodies, a strange chill and piercing cold seeping into their bodies through their robes and skin, as if their blood were freezing, and an indescribable fear and despair arose from the depths of their souls.

The onlookers realized something was wrong and retreated hastily again, filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

At that moment, the sonic tsunami that filled the entire sky abruptly stopped, and then, incredulously, everyone saw—

A touch of ultimate deep blue quietly blossoms at the heart of the battle group.

Beneath the deep blue, air currents, light, space, and even time seem to be frozen in place.

Endless snowflakes fell from the sky, and deep blue ripples spread out. Countless Ice Crystal Spike grew out of the void in the blink of an eye.

A vast, Thorn Snow Country has thus been born!

Mafflin was also frozen by a terrifying chill, and the dense, sharp Ice Crystal Spike trapped him like a cage.

Countless Grievous Soul spirits and ghosts were sealed by frost, suspended in mid-air, motionless, and transformed into translucent ice spheres containing frozen and distorted human faces.

And beneath this extreme cold.

A tall and slender figure emerged from the depths of the "Snow Country".

His short hair was a deep chestnut color with a hint of blue, his eyes were a bewitching blue-gold color, and his face was pale yet handsome.

Itai flowed down Ronan's body and quickly condensed into a magnificent, silvery-white spear in his hand.

The tip of the spear slowly traced a line through the air, making a soft, rustling sound as it rubbed against the ice.

Ronan, holding a long spear, strolled toward Mafflin.

With each step he took, his figure would disappear into the void and then reappear in a flash.

He quickly approached Mafflin, Mafflin face showed shock and emotion for the first time.

A powerful spiritual force, belonging to the mid-stage of level three and approaching the late stage of level three, emanated from his body. The chill that had frozen Mafflin was rapidly dissipating, and the Ice Crystal Spike that imprisoned him were also making cracking sounds as they could no longer bear the weight. However...

Ronan, however, seemed not to have noticed any of this.

He simply gazed calmly at Mafflin, slowly raising the Itai spear in his hand, its tip pointed at Mafflin's brow, and softly said, "Let the death knell toll once more, Mafflin."

Consider this a farewell gift for yourself!

The words fell.

Ronan stretched out his arm, and the spear in his hand flew out of his grasp, transforming into a dazzling silver light.

He vanished and reappeared several times in the air, traversing vast distances, appearing abruptly before Mafflin like a bolt of lightning, and then brutally piercing his skull! Requesting guaranteed monthly votes, thank you~