Great Terror, the Tail-less Evil Dragon! Five Heads. Hecalto's Ancient Devour

The strange sound rang out once and then disappeared.

The entire square was quiet, there was no wind, and it looked perfectly normal.

Ronan was certain he wasn't hallucinating. He recalled the location from which the sound had come and turned his gaze to the dragon-shaped statue of the Dragon Wizard Chief Bahafos.

Ronan walked calmly toward the statue.

Beneath the robes, Itai flowed like water across his skin.

There are no free energy particles in the Hall of Spirits Space, but that doesn't mean you can't cast spells at all. It just means that without the support of external free energy particles, the power of spells will be greatly reduced if you rely solely on the energy you generate or store yourself.

"Pat-pat-pat-"

The boots, crafted from the finest Third Level Magic Beast hide, stomped on the ground with clear and steady footsteps.

Ronan approached the dragon-shaped stone statue step by step, examining it meticulously from the top of the black dragon down.

Nothing has changed.

Ronan had an excellent memory. The moment he stepped into the statue square, he was drawn to the giant dragon statue of Bahafves. He remembered every detail of the statue, so he knew very well that the statue had never changed at all.

But when Ronan's gaze fell on the base of the statue, his eyes paused slightly.

The shadow has changed! The shape of the shadow cast on the ground by the dragon statue has changed, and it has become larger.

Ronan looked up and around.

Black stone pillars stand at the edge of the square, with orange flames burning silently on them, providing light to illuminate the entire square.

The light source remained unchanged.

Why do shadows change?

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he continued to approach the statue. When he reached the spot where he had previously tried to receive the inheritance, he hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to place his hand on it again.

Ronan walked to the side of the stone statue, spreading his spiritual energy, and began to walk along the base of the statue.

Most of the dragon statue of the Dragon Wizard Chief Bahafos was hidden in the darkness. Ronan slowly walked into the extra shadow he had previously observed, thinking of going around to the back of the dragon statue to take a look.

But as soon as he stepped out of the light, he felt a heavy, cold darkness surge in from all directions, enveloping him completely.

The darkness felt cold and slippery, wriggling across Ronan's body like a living thing. Ronan frowned and stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction behind him.

The line separating light and darkness where he stepped into the shadows now felt strangely distant to him.

Like gazing across a wide river in the dark of night at the calm, rippling waters on the opposite bank, Ronan turned his head back.

"Smack—"

He snapped his fingers, and a cluster of flames shot out from his slender fingertips, illuminating a small area around him.

The fireball spell, cast solely from the residual energy particles within his body, was almost suppressed to its limit, hardly resembling the work of a Third Level Wizard.

Ronan was about to delve deeper when he discovered that the light from the flame in his hand was dimming at a visible rate.

Although the size of the flames had not changed at all, in less than two breaths, the flames that could originally illuminate a range of four or five meters around him could only illuminate a distance of less than a foot in front of his toes.

Something's strange.

Ronan's heart tightened, and he immediately abandoned the idea of continuing to explore.

He immediately stepped back.

But just as he turned around, raising his right hand which was still burning with flames, an endless expanse of darkness rushed toward him.

The dividing line between shadow and light that should have been behind him had mysteriously vanished without a trace!

Not only that, but the Dragon Wizard Chief statue that was right next to us has also disappeared! The huge statue square has been completely wiped out.

All that remained was a vast emptiness and darkness, as if time had suddenly rewound to the moment he and Evaqu had just entered. Even though Ronan had prepared himself mentally, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

At that moment, that strange voice rang out again.

Moreover, the sound came from a very close location, not far in front of Ronan.

"Hiss--"

Ronan took a deep breath and swung his right hand forward.

The fireball in his hand, burning fiercely but unable to provide him with any warmth, streaked through the darkness like a meteor, hurtling swiftly toward the source of the sound.

The exploding fireballs blazed with the light of fire, illuminating the landscape along their path.

At that moment, Ronan saw dark scales reflecting a cold silver light under the illumination, and a ferocious and enormous silhouette gradually emerged in the cold darkness. Just as the fireball's light completely extinguished...

Ronan saw—a pair of enormous eyes staring intently at him from the shadows.

The owner of the eyes seemed to be trying his best to remain still, like a statue.

But no matter how high it raised its head, its dark yellow eyes remained fixed on him.

It revealed an almost uncontrollable surge of passion and Greed.

It looked at Ronan as if he were a delicious steak being placed on a dining table.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

The strange sound rang out again.

This time, Ronan heard and saw clearly—

The sound came from the creature before him; it was the sound of it tilting its neck and swallowing hard as it stared at Ronan! At that moment, Ronan's heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by something, and the blood flowing through his body seemed to stop for a second.

He quickly retreated.

The evil and Greed creature before them, realizing that its "clumsy" disguise had been exposed, simply stopped hiding.

It opened its massive jaws toward Ronan, then quickly raised one of its enormous claws with a whoosh.

A fierce wind suddenly arose, causing Ronan's long hair and robes to fly backward and cling tightly to his body in an instant.

Immediately following was an indescribable, terrifying force, like a vast ocean suddenly surging forth, which crashed straight down on Ronan with a loud "boom".

At that moment, Ronan felt suffocated.

An unprecedented sense of impending death swept over him completely.

Within the Consciousness Space, ten Spiritual Power Crystal shone brightly simultaneously. Ronan frantically released his spiritual energy, desperately trying to activate Itai.

However, a giant claw, several times larger than his entire body, rapidly enlarged in his pupils, howling as it lunged at him.

Ronan only had time to instinctively cross his arms in a defensive stance, and then... "Boom!"

It was like a thousand thunderclaps exploding at the same time, or like ten million ferocious beasts running wildly and trampling over me.

The flow of time seemed to slow down countless times at this moment.

Ronan felt as if he were seeing countless versions of himself in an instant, each one suspended in mid-air, flying backwards. "What am I doing?"

"Were you beaten so badly that your soul left your body?"

In his bewilderment, a thought quietly crossed Ronan's mind.

The next moment, a tidal wave of excruciating pain pulled him back to reality.

"Boom!"

He found himself back in the Statue Square, and the statue belonging to the Dragon Wizard Chief Bahafos was now far away from him. It was as if he had just experienced a teleportation, and his whole body suddenly appeared from one end of the square to the other.

Then.

Ronan realized that he had been blasted from under the statue of the Dragon Wizard Chief to this place! Most of his body was embedded in the base of a statue, countless bones were broken and fractured, his robes were soaked in blood, and his mouth and nose reeked of rust.

Since he successfully completed his [Ascetic Body Forging] training, how long has it been since he's been physically injured like this? "Cough cough—"

Ronan coughed violently, spitting out some blood and the remains of internal organs. The Vitality Orb within his body, like a white sun, continuously released warm power, striving to repair his injured body.

Ronan barely managed to crawl out of the large crater where his body was embedded. Looking up, he realized that the stone statue blocking his way was the oldest, most cracked, and seemingly about to collapse completely in the next second.

He shook his head. Heaven knows how much closer his collision had brought the slumbering spirit of the shaman within the statue to its demise.

He silently apologized to himself, then staggered to his feet.

At this moment, accompanied by a series of heavy footsteps, the culprit that directly caused his miserable state slowly emerged from the shadows beneath the statue of the Dragon Wizard Chief Bahafos.

Only then was Ronan able to see the creature's full form—a huge and elegant body, undulating scales, wide, curtain-like wings, and thorn-like Keen Edge horns, except for its bare tail, which looked as if a section had been forcibly bitten off.

The creature before them was clearly a... legendary dragon!

A giant, dark silver dragon.

It was much smaller than the statue of the Dragon Wizard Chief Bahafos, but it was still large enough for Ronan.

Compared to the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon, Ronan was as insignificant as a pebble beneath a giant's foot. Even across an entire plaza, Ronan could clearly feel the overwhelming, soul-piercing, terrifying dragon's might emanating from its body! "Damn it!"

Ronan's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

Before Evaqu went in, he hadn't been told that such a terrifying creature was hiding in the plaza on this floor.

Alive.

A living dragon! It might be "dead," currently only its soul form; he couldn't be sure, but it made no difference to him. The mere glimpse of power the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon had just displayed was enough to prove itself—

No matter its current state, it could easily beat Ronan to a pulp! How could a mere Third Level Wizard possibly contend with a legendary dragon?!

After emerging from the shadows, the dark silver dragon immediately locked its gaze on Ronan.

His eyes were as fiery as before, filled with a kind of desire and Greed that Ronan could not understand.

It flapped its dragon wings and roared as it swooped down towards Ronan. With just this one movement, a fierce gale immediately rose in the square, as if to sweep away all obstacles in its way of Ronan! Ronan gritted his teeth and began to run wildly around the square.

Faced with this legendary creature, and having already experienced its ruthless methods once, Ronan had no desire to confront it head-on.

He tried to use the terrain to circle around the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon, stalling for time until Evaqu emerged from the trial, and then take him away from this hellish place! But plans are often rosy, and reality is often cruel.

The dark silver dragon spread its wings and cast a large, moving shadow across the plaza. Its speed was incredible. Even though Ronan stretched his figure into a blurry black line, the dragon only took less than two breaths to catch up with him.

"[Ancient Ice]!"

As he watched his figure being rapidly swallowed by the shadow beneath his feet, and feeling an overwhelming and heavy pressure from above, Ronan let out a low roar. His barely healed body emitted a series of bone-crackling sounds as he quickly activated the bloodline of the Ancient Frost Hydra within him, entering the battle state of [Ancient Ice].

Large clumps of dark blue frost surged from his body, and behind his increasingly tall and slender frame, the phantom of an eight-headed giant serpent faintly appeared.

Ronan stopped abruptly and turned around abruptly.

Countless snake-scale-like patterns covered his handsome face, which was tinged with a hint of evil and allure, and his pupils emitted a strange light.

In an instant, endless magical energy surged from his body, and the surging black-blue frost around him condensed into the outlines of Ice Magic. The [Multiple Mirror Lights] rune was added. The ancient and icy domain took shape, and then rapidly collapsed. Under the blessing of the [[Clarity Extreme Thought]] state, the series of preliminary steps of [[Snow Country in Palm]] were completed in less than a breath.

A deep blue sphere of light, condensed from an entire ancient Snow Country, appeared, intertwined with streaks of dark blue light, and large swathes of magnificent ice flowers surged forth. Without any external free energy particles to support it, Ronan could only rely on the frost energy generated by his own bloodline to construct this spell.

Its power has been reduced by more than 50% compared to its normal state, but it is still terrifying.

When Ronan raised his hand and hurled this Ice Magic spell, which carried many of his ambitions, towards the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon swooping down overhead, the dragon merely made a grabbing motion with a "crack, crack—"

Ronan's "[Snow Country in Palm]" was easily crushed by the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon, as if it were a fragile bubble!

"Bang!"

As the sphere of light exploded, Ronan's dark blue hair danced wildly in the wind amidst countless dissipating, billowing currents of cold air.

"Hiss—"

He remained motionless, uttering strangely trembling incantations. With his arms outstretched, drops of crimson blood tinged with blue flew from his body and quickly merged into the void before him. In an instant, countless dissipating cold currents in the void were all gathered together by an invisible force.

On the plaza beneath the feet of the man and the dragon, countless solid ice crystals formed and instantly transformed into a smooth, mirror-like ice lake.

Within this icy lake, five indistinct yet terrifying "giant snakes," exuding an aura of ancient majesty and dominance, slowly emerged.

At that moment, a thick, pillar-like bolt of dark blue lightning suddenly descended from the void above the plaza, and a forbidden aura quietly emerged. At this moment, Ronan, who was looking up at the giant dragon, had a ferocious expression, and his eyes were burning with intense fighting spirit and madness.

The ferocity of the bloodline from the Ancient Frost Hydra was fully unleashed.

Even legendary dragons would want to face them head-on! Ronan raised his hand to the sky, and the huge, ferocious, Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon was "grasped" in his palm.

The five slender, fair fingers, each one seemingly corresponding to the head of an ancient giant serpent.

Ronan clasped his five fingers together.

Within the Consciousness Space, the [Multiple Mirror Lights] rune flickered rapidly, emitting a groaning sound of being overwhelmed; on the Character Panel, the proficiency of the [Mirror Soul] spell began to slowly increase little by little. At the same time, on the frigid ice lake, the five ancient and majestic giant snake phantoms roared to the sky, and then simultaneously lunged at the dark silver dragon shadow in the center!

"Secret Technique—"

[Five Heads. Hecalto's Ancient Devour!]

Ronan's eyes reflected the enormous dragon shadow being bitten by five giant snakes simultaneously, and he uttered a cold spit.

Unfortunately, this is in the Hall of Spirits Space.

If this spell were outside the Hall of Spirits Space, it would have completely entered the "forbidden" realm!