Choice, Ancient Demon God Body!

The tailless, dark silver dragon was instantly frozen, its massive body enveloped in layers of thick blue ice, while the phantom of a five-headed serpent coiled around it like chains.

Within the solid ice, large patches of black veins immediately grew, resembling blood vessels or some ancient and mysterious terrifying restriction. However, all of this lasted for less than five breaths before Ronan felt the power of his merged domain rapidly collapsing.

"Click-clack—"

Dense, narrow cracks appeared on the massive iceberg imprisoning the silver dragon, and a moment later, "Boom!"

The iceberg that had been sealed off burst open, releasing a torrent of icy air. Huge silver wings unfurled, parting the dust and mist, and a dragon's roar shook the void.

The powerful aftershock struck Ronan, sending Ronan flying as if he'd been run over by dozens of crazed rhinoceros beasts. When he landed, his entire body was in pain. "This power... it was terrifying!"

Ronan propped himself up and struggled to his feet. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his blue eyes filled with emotion.

[Five Heads. Hecalto's Ancient Devour] is one of his top three trump cards. Even though it is weakened by the special environment of the Hall of Spirits Space, its power is still enough to threaten a normal Level Four Dawn.

But in front of the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon, it was as fragile as paper.

A giant dragon.

Before this, Ronan's understanding of this legendary creature was vague, but now it has become incredibly profound.

Throughout history, the domineering beings at the top of the food chain have an authority that cannot be challenged by ordinary people.

Not to mention, how much of the dragon's strength had been preserved over the long years? If it were at its peak, who knows how terrifying it would be.

"Rustle--"

Some pebbles fell from the sky and landed at Ronan's feet.

He looked up and saw a human-shaped stone statue covered in cracks.

It was the oldest and most decayed faceless humanoid stone statue in the entire stone statue square that he had hit earlier.

The stone statue seemed to have reached a critical point and began to show signs of collapse.

A suppressed dragon's roar echoed from afar, and at that moment, Ronan felt a sense of shared sorrow with the faceless humanoid stone statue.

They were both starting to feel the strain.

"Roar!"

With a violent roar, the enormous dark silver dragon shadow tore through the ice mist and pounced toward Ronan with incredible speed.

The terrifying dragon's might rolled in like a tidal wave, pressing down so hard that the air creaked and the skin felt like it was being pricked by countless needles. Ronan's scalp tingled, and he could only continue running at full speed.

In the vast stone statue plaza, Ronan desperately searched for a way to escape, while the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon relentlessly pursued him, its wings stirring up [Rage] turbulence like a terrifying hurricane passing through.

During the escape, Ronan occasionally unleashed a few of his signature Ice Magic in an attempt to slow down the tailless dragon's pursuit.

His mind raced as he considered ways to break the deadlock.

The best solution would naturally be to leave immediately, but since Evaqu led Ronan into the Hall of Spirits Space, the only way to leave is through Evaqu's help.

However, Evaqu is still undergoing trials within the Wolf Wizard Chief's inheritance space, and it is unknown when the trials will end.

Should we temporarily abandon the route we came by? Ronan almost immediately rejected the idea.

Returning to the previous stone statue plaza required traversing a long staircase. On the plaza, he could still manage to maneuver with the help of the terrain and the dark silver dragon, but once the chase shifted to the narrow stone steps, he would have nowhere to escape. If he fell down the steps, he might be lost forever in the darkness and nothingness.

It seems that delaying is the only solution.

However, with Ice Magic weakened and Ronan unable to unleash his strongest technique, the Forbidden Black Hole, it seems that all he can rely on at this stage is the power of his physical body.

Engage in close combat with a legendary dragon?

Although Ronan has always been quite confident in his physical body, he found it difficult to make a decision when faced with this choice.

Just then, a strange buzzing sound suddenly rang out in the square.

Ronan immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

The Soul Disk of Evaqu, which was hovering in front of the Wolf Wizard Chief statue, was now inverted, rotating counterclockwise.

Ronan's heart sank.

The Soul Disk being reversed means that Evaqu's first trial in the Inheritance Space has failed. According to the previous agreement, what he needs to do now is to adjust the Soul Disk to help Evaqu get a second chance at the trial.

But Evaqu could never have imagined that Ronan was now being hunted by a terrifying dragon and was in dire straits.

"Let Evaqu fail, leave the inheritance space, and then we'll escape this place together?"

Ronan instantly came to the conclusion that the most correct and rational course of action was right for him at that moment.

But when it came time to actually put it into practice, Ronan hesitated again.

This trial is extremely important to me.

This is my last chance.

Keep this Damien safe; in a critical moment, it can shield you from all soul fluctuations and evade all detection methods below level seven.

Evaqu's image kept appearing in Ronan's mind. After weighing the various forms of help Ronan had given him, Ronan finally made a decision, resolutely changed direction, and his figure transformed into a blurry black shadow, rushing straight towards the spinning and buzzing Soul Disk.

The Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon behind them roared, spread its wings, and gave chase.

Ronan seemed to ignore him, and quietly stopped in front of the Soul Disk.

He quickly placed his hand on the Soul Disk, grasping the edge of the rotating plate. Instantly, a strong burning pain, as if he were grabbing a red-hot iron, came from the depths of his soul. In an instant, this burning pain showed a tendency to spread throughout his body.

"Call--"

The wind whipped up by the dragon's wings made Ronan's long hair flutter and his robes rustle.

He seemed oblivious, his eyes fixed solely on the Soul Disk in his hand.

"Just once, Evaqu!"

"The most I can do is give you this one chance to start over. If that doesn't work..."

"Then I can only apologize to you."

After saying that, Ronan gritted his teeth, exerted force in his hand, and despite the burning pain that felt like his soul was being intensely burned, fiercely spun the Soul Disk in his hand.

At that very moment, the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon caught up, casting a massive shadow. The dragon extended a ferocious and terrifying claw, lunging fiercely at Ronan. "Boom!"

The colossal dragon, as large as a mountain, folded its wings and landed heavily on the ground.

The vast stone statue plaza shook violently, an invisible pressure spread out, and waves of air surged forth.

Everything seemed to have ended.

The fleeing ants were crushed to death by the dragon, their flesh and bones reduced to dust and vanished into nothingness.

The tailless, dark silver dragon narrowed its eyes slightly, a satisfied glint rolling in its dark yellow pupils.

Although it took some effort, the result was still good.

It didn't rush to reveal its feet. It had controlled the power of its attack very well. If nothing unexpected happened, it should have been enough to crush the tiny human insect without damaging its body.

"Bahafves ..."

The tailless, dark silver dragon uttered a low, slippery sound, carrying a hint of evil.

It raised its head and looked up at the huge, silent, and majestic dragon statue not far away.

"This was an opportunity you gave up yourself, don't say I stole it from you."

"I'm utterly fed up with being trapped in this godforsaken place for millions of years."

The dark silver dragon's eyes swept over the remaining stone statues in the arena, a mocking smile curving its lips.

"You... will just stay here and wait to slowly rot and die..."

The dark silver dragon let out a low roar, as if it were some kind of triumphant announcement. The surrounding stone statues remained silent, offering no response.

It didn't care, it just kept talking to itself, releasing emotions that had been suppressed for countless years.

However, before it could finish its long and rambling accusations, it seemed to sense something, and its deep Dragon Language stopped.

The dark silver dragon lowered its head, its expression indifferent as it gently pressed its claws, which were planted on the ground, down.

But soon his brows furrowed again, and he couldn't help but continue to apply pressure to his hands.

However, after half a breath, the indifference on the dark silver dragon's face softened, and a hint of surprise appeared in its eyes.

The surprise gradually turned into shock, and finally even turned into disbelief.

It watched helplessly as its heavy, enormous claws seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, inching, uncontrollably, upwards! "This is impossible... you lowly... ant!"

"Lie down properly!"

The dark silver dragon let out a furious growl, as if its majesty had been challenged to some intolerable provocation. It spread its wings, and the magnificent scales on its massive body rippled like waves. Just as it was about to raise its claws to strike, this action unleashed the full power beneath its palms.

"Boom!"

Like ten thousand volcanoes erupting simultaneously, a terrifying force surged forth, forcefully hurling the dark silver dragon away! "Whoosh—"

A sudden gust of wind arose in the vast stone statue square.

An indescribable, immense pressure rose up like billowing smoke.

Black.

A thick black fog drifted out and spread in an instant.

The fog was deep and gloomy, like an infinitely tranquil sea.

"Waaah—"

In a daze, it seemed as if the tide was lapping against the shore, and the sound of countless conch shells chirping came from the Black Mist.

The next moment, the billowing Black Mist parted to the sides, revealing a figure.

The figure crouched on the ground in a half-kneeling position, arms crossed in front of the chest, head bowed, as if firmly protecting something.

His long, thick hair, darker than the night, cascaded down his back like a waterfall, with tiny, flickering black flames burning at the ends of each strand.

"Click-click-click—"

Amidst the clanging sound of bones, like ancient gears turning anew, the black-haired figure slowly rose from the ground.

The body, which was shrouded in thick Black Mist, was now fully revealed.

This is a magnificent and demonic body that cannot be described in words.

Standing over three meters tall, with a muscle count exceeding that of ordinary humanoid races, each muscle seemed to be forged from magic iron salvaged from the Deep Sea.

Ink runes outlined patterns on his body resembling both flames and vines; in the center of his chest, densely packed muscles twisted and swirled into a spiral. "Ha—"

Ronan exhaled gently, releasing a visible burst of hot white vapor, like the long breath of an ancient beast.

Thick Black Mist swirled around him, carrying a terrifying and intimidating aura.

At this moment, Ronan felt that he was more like a legendary dragon seed than the dark silver dragon before him.

[First Spiral Palace]! As it turns out, Ronan's attempt was incredibly successful.

At this moment, the Vitality Orb within his body was continuously being injected into the "Blue Snail" inside, and countless transparent tubes extended from the "Blue Snail," connecting to every corner of his body, delivering the life energy, which had undergone complex compression, to every part of his body.

Thus, he achieved the transformation he was in! Ronan looked down at his long, grotesque body covered in black markings and felt extremely satisfied with his current state.

After being strengthened by the First Spiral Palace, the [Immaculate Body] was transformed into the "Advanced" level of the Ancient Power rune, which he could finally control perfectly.

This power was so mysterious that he couldn't describe it, yet it was beyond his comprehension.

"In my current state, using the term 'Complete Demonification' would be inappropriate."

"How about we call it that?"

Ronan casually came up with a name, "[Ancient Demon God Body] ".

It corresponds to [Ancient Power] and [First Spiral Palace].

After naming it, Ronan took a step forward, protecting Evaqu's Soul Disk behind him.

Then, looking up at the dark silver dragon with a gloomy expression not far in front of him, he twisted his neck, producing a crisp bone-crackling sound.

"Perfect."

Ronan grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

He stared at the dark silver tailless dragon with the eyes of a hunter eyeing its prey, a strong, strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Bring me your legendary dragon and let me test my skills!"

After saying that.

Ronan licked his lips, and the next second his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he had already leaped high into the air, his shoulders and arms outstretched, and with an incredibly wild and domineering posture, he looked down and threw a powerful punch at the head of the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon.

In an instant, the black flames wrapped around his body began to flicker, and the rolling Black Mist surrounding him flowed towards his fist like water.

The strange sound of waves crashing against the rocks echoed across the square. The flames and black vines clinging to Ronan's body grew wildly as if they were alive, as if they were about to break free from his flesh at any moment.

Centered on Ronan's fist, countless black ripples and folds suddenly appeared in the void, intertwining with numerous black arcs of light, condensing into a massive, axe-shaped bolt of lightning, and a forbidden aura surged forth like Torrent! "Roar!"

A deep dragon roar reverberated in all directions. The Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon, enraged by Ronan's attack, raised its head and held its massive claws high.

A man and a dragon, their fists as tiny as grains of sand clashing against each other without any fancy moves. "Thud!"

The entire void seemed to transform into a taut drumhead, as if it were being violently struck.

"Boom!"

A terrifying energy pressure, formed from the collision of pure physical power, erupted suddenly, and the tranquility of this ancient square was finally shattered beneath the towering white waves that followed. (Sorry for the lateness; this chapter counts as yesterday's. There will be another chapter today.)