Tearing Apart the Nightmare!

In fact, Ronan had the idea of redesigning the [Frozen Earth] spell system a long time ago.

The core of the Frozen Earth spell system is Ice Cold Domain formed by different Ice Magic as anchor points. This concept of "turning a point into a surface" gives it power that surpasses that of ordinary spell systems.

However, compared to true top-tier inheritances, the [Frozen Earth] style's weakness of insufficient burst damage becomes apparent.

The Lanster Family, known as the "Ice Flame Iris" family, clearly recognized this problem. Both the "Frozen Earth Tundra Frozen Earth" and the "Ice Flame" runes, which followed the "Tundra" rune, were designed to address this shortcoming.

The effects of [Tundra Frozen Earth] and [Ice Flame] are still present, but they cannot completely close the gap. Or rather, the gap may have already been closed. At the same level, the Ice Cold Domain enhanced with the [Ice Flame] rune may not be unable to compete with those top-tier spell schools.

However, the condition of "being of the same level" seems difficult to meet for Ronan.

Those who are truly qualified to be Ronan's rivals are usually geniuses who are one or even several levels above him.

Therefore, during the three years that Ronan Ascetic Loft in the Silver Magic Ring building, he was constantly thinking about how to improve the burst damage of the Frozen Earth spell system.

Following the same line of thought as with the "[Immaculate Body]," Ronan considered compressing the domain.

Gather the scattered forces within the domain, condense the tiny ice crystals into a spear, pile up the scattered snowflakes into mountains, and gather the wandering cold currents into a sea. Unleash a single strike, piercing, crushing, and pulverizing those who dare to defy the cold.

Just like the "Demonification" form of the [[Immaculate Body]], the more thoroughly the domain power is compressed, the stronger the power that is instantly unleashed!

Thus, this move came about—[[Snow Country in Palm]]! However, casting this spell requires a high level of control over the spellcaster.

In the battle against the Skeleton Doom Bell Mafflin, Ronan tried using the Metal Element [[Shattered Silver]] to achieve a very good control effect.

But it was still very different from what he had envisioned.

It wasn't until Ronan broke through to the Third Level Wizard, with his mental and Soul Power increasing significantly, that he truly realized this move—[Ronan Damien's Palm Snow Country]! The deep blue, dazzling sphere of light pressed down, and countless blazing streams of light surged and overflowed from between Ronan's five fingers.

The small patch of void where he was located was completely frozen by extreme cold, creating mysterious patterns like blue ice flowers.

Andariel's two enormous green bone hands remained frozen in a posture of attempting to close, under the onslaught of countless streams of extremely cold light, before shattering with a deafening roar.

The domain field belonging to Andariel trembled.

The vast ocean of Undead Arts energy particles, the enormous green vortex, trembled, shook, shattered, and finally collapsed beneath the [Snow Country].

Andariel looked up at Ronan, his arrogance vanished, replaced by a look of shock and emotion for the first time.

Andariel's long, dark green seaweed-like hair, which had been draped behind him, suddenly rose up in a ferocious display. He spread his arms, and beneath his robes, two white bone armlets trembled simultaneously, emitting waves of intense magical energy.

Following closely behind, countless complex and mysterious green runes lit up on his arms, neck, and pale, handsome cheeks.

In an instant, the shattered domain field reassembled, and the dozen or so giant skulls surrounding Andariel collided with a loud bang, forming an enormous skull disc that spun wildly, rose into the sky, and desperately resisted the ever-pressing deep blue sphere of light.

"Click-click-click—"

The incomparably brilliant deep blue light sphere collided with the bone pelvis, constantly emitting teeth-grinding friction and cracking sounds. Countless streams of deep blue and eerie green light emanated from the point where the two spells clashed, stirring up a terrifying energy tide like a tsunami in the void, spreading outwards wave after wave.

The terrifying aftershocks of energy forced the onlookers to retreat again and again, each with an expression of utter shock on their face. They could hardly believe their eyes, and even overlooked the lighting of a stone pillar and the ancient city's light curtain that was almost disappearing behind them.

At that moment, countless people had the same thought racing through their minds—who exactly is this person? What makes him... capable of pushing Andariel to this extent?!

The geniuses who had already taken their seats on the illuminated stone pillars also turned their attention to it.

This was the last battle before the end of the first round of the competition, and it was also the most intense and brilliant battle so far.

Many people were surprised that in a deserted corner, there was such a monstrous rising star who could stand up to Andariel, the chief inheritor of the "Nether Toxin Mask".

Encased in Itai, Ronan's eyes blazed like demonic fire, yet his mind remained as calm as an icy lake.

[[Snow Country in Palm]] is still incomplete; it is currently only a "prototype".

He could clearly sense the terrifying energy within the sphere of light, which could go berserk at any moment, and the chaotic and mixed aura of the Dharma domain.

He felt as if he were holding an extremely unstable, frost nuclear bomb that was about to explode! In Ronan's vision, the true "[Snow Country in Palm]" should be a stable magical crystal ball in his hand, where the power of frost would converge at a single point, and the magical domains would merge and conform to each other. Although he had achieved the first step, compressing the Ice Cold Domain of the "Frozen Earth" flow to a relatively extreme degree, he had merely "brutally" kneaded all the power within the domain into a ball.

The power of [[Snow Country in Palm]] still has great potential for improvement.

"This is the best I can do at this stage. My Soul Power and mental strength, as well as my control over ice elemental energy, are somewhat lacking."

Ronan thought to himself that at this moment, his control over the ball of light in his palm had reached its limit.

Through the turbulent torrent of energy, Ronan saw Andariel's grotesque face, filled with madness, beneath the skull's pelvis.

His alluring blue-gold eyes flickered slightly.

The next second.

Ronan released his grip on Snow Country.

"Boom!"

The Snow Country, which had been confined within a palm, was finally released like a trapped beast after the last bit of the force binding it receded.

A dazzling deep blue sphere of light exploded.

A huge ring of deep blue ice flames spread out first.

Silently, everything was frozen, washed away, and crushed into dust.

Andariel's pelvis was the first to be hit. It stopped rotating after just one look, the green light wrapped around the pelvis disappeared in an instant, and then the entire pelvis was rapidly frozen by a thick layer of ice.

As the dazzling expansion and explosion following the ice flames caused the entire frozen pelvis to shatter completely.

Beneath the sky, where shattered white bone fragments cascaded like a deep blue waterfall, Andariel roared to the heavens, raising a small, exquisite Crystal Skull that emanated terrifying power with one arm.

In an instant, countless green lights converged on him, and a huge skeleton "emerged" from the ground beneath his feet! The skeleton giant formed by the magic had blazing green flames burning in its eye sockets and mouth, four arms on its skeletal body, and even a pair of deformed and strange bone wings on its back.

As soon as the skeletal giant with two wings and four arms appeared, it lunged at the center of the energy burst in an embracing posture. The rampant frost was blocked by its massive skeletal body, and in an instant, most of its body was covered with layers of solid ice.

"Click-clack—"

Several barely perceptible cracks appeared on the Crystal Skull that Andariel held aloft. Just then, a tall, slender, silver-white figure quietly appeared beside Andariel.

He formed a blade with his palms together, his arms wreathed in emerald flames, and rapidly broke through the layers of force fields surrounding Andariel, approaching him.

Andariel noticed the newcomer's presence and whirled around, one hand holding aloft Crystal Skull, the other hand holding a grayish-white bone spike.

His eyes were icy cold as he swiftly thrust his sword towards the direction of the approaching person.

A jet-black beam of light shot from the tip of the bone spur, hurtling rapidly toward Ronan.

As the ghostly light approached, Ronan's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he were being targeted by some ferocious beast or poisonous creature, but his face remained expressionless.

His figure swayed slightly, and he suddenly disappeared, narrowly dodging the incoming black light.

After a brief teleportation, the moment Ronan landed, all the Itai on his body detached and transformed into a silver Torrent that rushed towards Andariel.

Itai entered the area within a few meters of Andariel, Ronan raised his right hand from afar.

Before the word "Stasis" could even leave his lips, a strong sense of alarm suddenly arose in his heart.

The dark, eerie light that he had previously dodged had somehow returned, seemingly alive, and turned to come back to haunt him.

Although he didn't know what this mysterious glowing light was, Ronan's intuition told him that if he were hit, the outcome would likely be dire.

At this point, it was too late to dodge. In a fraction of a second, Ronan's body made a bizarre movement that no ordinary person could do, narrowly avoiding the ghostly light.

His movements were so fast that they were difficult for the naked eye to follow.

To Andariel, it was as if Ronan hadn't moved at all; his killer weapon, the Bone Spike, inexplicably passed through his body.

"How is this possible?!"

Andariel blurted out, his face showing an even more intense shock than when he had witnessed the terrifying power of the [[Snow Country in Palm]] before.

It's normal not to understand; no wizard who hasn't practiced [Ascetic Body Forging] can comprehend it... Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he calmly raised his hand.

The Itai surrounding Andariel rapidly released the power of "spatial Stasis". When that "Stasis and sealing" power, which was even more bizarre and terrifying than pure icy power, attacked from all directions, Andariel felt that his body and even his soul seemed to be frozen in place, and his expression changed drastically in an instant.

The next second, a silver Itai- polymer disc, like a smooth and flat mirror, "sealed" Andariel in a relatively flat plane.

Immediately afterward, the silvery-white round mirror shattered, revealing streaks of pitch black along its broken edges, as terrifying spatial rupture forces intertwined. "Boom!"

A burst of green light erupted.

Andariel sprang out of the shattered mirror void like a startled bird, his face deathly pale, all traces of his arrogance gone.

He rushed in one direction, Itai, as if welcoming its king, once again threw itself into Ronan's arms, transforming into armor.

Ronan followed closely, his chestnut hair fluttering slightly, his bewitching eyes seeming to trace blue-gold lines in the void. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Andariel's figure, Itai flowing rapidly across his arms, condensing into a long, narrow, sword-shaped blade.

The emerald green Spell Breaking Flame leaped and burned on the blade as Ronan made a horizontal slashing motion.

"Tear—"

The invincible Spell-Breaking Blade slicing through Andariel's Spiritual Force Field with unparalleled smoothness, then through his robes, the tip of the sword touching his soft flesh. Andariel, his face contorted in rage, turned and thrust out a bone spike in an attempt to block.

Ronan gently stirred with both hands.

"Whoosh—"

A pale, severed arm, holding a bone spur, flew into the sky with a loud "Boom!"

"Bang!"

Several bursts of magical power collided and exploded, and with the speed of a rabbit and the swiftness of a falcon, a figure rushed out of the battle.

"Boom!"

An Ran landed safely on a gray-white stone pillar that had not yet been lit. A blazing beam of light shot into the sky, dazzling and bright, yet it could not obscure the extremely ugly face of Andariel, who was tightly clutching his severed arm on the stone pillar.

The fierce battle thus quietly subsided.

Ronan stood in mid-air, clad in a deep and magnificent Silver White Metal armor, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, with drops of bright red blood slowly dripping from his slender fingertips.

That was Andariel's blood.

The "head" that should have been handed over by the defeated, a large cluster of mysterious light left by Andariel, Ronan's body.

The already thick Ash Smoke surrounding Ronan expanded rapidly, instantly growing into a vast gray cloud that gathered and dispersed erratically, rising rapidly behind him like layers of dense shadows. At this moment, all the wizards watching the battle around the battlefield fell silent.

They stood rooted to the spot, as if they had all been punched hard in the face, each with a suffocating expression on their face.

Andariel.

Unlike Adam the Spiritual Dawn and Li Weiqi of the Chaos Secret Society, who are also the top geniuses of the three major wizarding forces in the south, Andariel is undoubtedly much more high-profile.

For more than a year, he had been "hunting" talented wizards from small and medium-sized forces in the south.

He was "infamous," yet his name inspired fear in others.

Just like his act of forcibly occupying four stone pillars and refusing to give them up, attempting to harvest many second-tier genius wizards as "resources," although it aroused public anger, no one could stop him.

Andariel was like a shadow hanging over the heads of many southern wizarding geniuses, constantly bringing them the deepest and most terrifying nightmares.

But now, someone has brutally torn this shadow apart right in front of everyone! In the direct confrontation, they severed Andariel's arm and drove him to a stone pillar like a pathetic dog! I'll try to write another chapter before midnight, please vote with your monthly tickets! Thank you!