You Wouldn't Tell Misha About This, Would You, Level Four Dawn?

Although most of the Ancient Echo Spirit are low-level, the sheer number of sound spirits crammed together, driven by instinct, caused them to merge and devour each other, like two drops of water sticking together to form a larger and fuller droplet.

The air was filled with all sorts of chaotic and distorted sound waves, like countless wild beasts roaring in your ears, or like a poorly performing orchestra playing haphazardly, buzzing and making you feel irritable.

Within Sigel's field of vision, several enormous energy clusters were visible, constantly expanding and emanating a faint black light, exuding an unsettling aura. These were the gestation of higher-level Gu Yinduo Sound Spirit monsters.

This is precisely what makes the Echo Tide so terrifying; the excessive density of sound spirits can easily give rise to Ancient Demon Spirit of level four or higher, enough to threaten the Dawn Wizard.

Sigel stood still, his eyes darting around.

He had not received a message and did not know whether the person he was looking for had died in the surging tide of sound spirits or had already escaped by being clever enough.

After weighing his options for a while, Sigel finally made up his mind and slowly took a step forward.

He flipped his hand, and three fist-sized crystal balls burning with flames appeared around him. The three crystal balls flew forward, each with runes that lit up and emitted red light. They were connected to each other and formed a triangle.

Intense magical fluctuations emanated, and with a single syllable silently uttered by Sigel, a Torrent of solidified flames suddenly erupted from the center of the crimson triangle.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the Torrent of flames pierced through the dense swarm of Ancient Echo Spirit before him, clearing a vacuum passage directly in front of Sigel.

Sigel's eyes flashed, and his figure instantly transformed into a phantom and flashed into it.

His spell was like a lit fuse, igniting the entire noisy space. In an instant Ancient Echo Spirit roared and rushed towards him.

Three crystal balls surrounded Sigel, spewing flames that condensed in the void into long-beaked, fiery red parrots, each surrounded by a burning ring of fire.

Each Flame Parrot that flies out can burn an Ancient Echo Spirit into nothingness and make it vanish completely.

However, Sigel's situation was not much better; he had underestimated the terror of the Echo Tide formed by the countless Ancient Echo Spirit.

Dense sound waves surged in wave after wave, and the fearless Ancient Echo Spirit charged forward one after another. As one was destroyed by the spell, more were added to replace it, constantly impacting the energy shield and Spiritual Force Field he used for defense.

The Flame Parrot that kept spewing out the three crystal balls gradually became unable to continue.

The number of Ancient Echo Spirit gathered in this area is simply too great. This is the center of the surging "waves," where more and more powerful Ancient Echo Spirit are born every minute and every second.

Sigel lifted the Scarlet Cloak from his shoulders and swung it around.

A blue flame suddenly swept out, burning away a large area around it, then rolled back to form a blue flame barrier, blocking the continuous void ripples from all directions.

He gritted his teeth and charged forward for a while, but when he looked up again, he found that he had lost his way.

He felt as if he were trapped in a quagmire of sound waves, his entire body, even his soul, bound by invisible forces, with countless ripples wrapping around him like ropes.

Layer upon layer of sound waves constantly assaulted his eardrums, and even with the protection of magical artifacts, his mental strength was still violently shaken.

Suddenly, several peak-shaped black ripples silently spread from somewhere in the void. In the time it takes to breathe, they tore a hole in the blue fire cloak around Sigel and [Penetration] through it.

Sigel felt as if he had been stabbed in some part of his body by a sharp blade; his body trembled violently, and the continuous spellcasting motions in his hands abruptly stopped! At that moment, a blurry image of violently vibrating black snowflakes rapidly expanded before his eyes.

In the interplay of light and shadow, an Ancient Echo Spirit, its entire body shrouded in floating black light patterns, quietly emerged, extending its long, sharp claws to silently reach for Sigel's heart.

The claws of the Ancient Echo Spirit [Penetration] right through Sigel's body, as if they hadn't pulled anything out, and then quickly retracted.

At the same moment, blood suddenly flowed from Sigel's mouth and nose, his body arched like a shrimp, and then he was violently ejected backward.

"Level Four Sound Spirit?!"

Sigel staggered and steadied himself in mid-air, raising his hand to cover the blood seeping from his mouth and nose, staring with a grim expression at a black sound spirit in the distance that had a ferocious appearance and exuded a strong aura of danger.

After he poured a bottle of medicine into his mouth and barely managed to suppress his injuries, he looked around, but his expression suddenly Stasis.

One, two, three... a total of five enormous black Ancient Echo Spirit with a strength comparable to Level Four Dawn, appeared around him, surrounding him and silently locking onto him with chilling intent.

At some point, all the Ancient Echo Spirit in the surrounding area calmed down. They crowded together, piling up into a twisted wall, each face facing the direction of Sigel.

There was not a sound on the field, but the deathly silence was brewing an indescribable terror.

Sigel suddenly calmed down, as if he had given up the will to resist.

Time passed second by second, and each second seemed to last forever.

At a certain moment, a tremendous roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami, suddenly erupted in the deathly silent arena.

A black wave of sound surged up, and five black Ancient Echo Spirit, along with countless low-level sound spirits, suddenly launched an attack on Sigel.

Sigel's expression turned ferocious in an instant. His robes and cloak billowed high, and the three crystal ball artifacts floating in front of him shattered simultaneously, exploding into a surging wave of fire that directly blew away large Ancient Echo Spirit, causing them to spread rapidly in all directions before being forcefully pushed back by a terrifying tsunami-like sonic wave.

In the cramped space, the magical flames surrounding Sigel extinguished one after another, the Blue Flame cloak quietly shattered, and then his entire Spiritual Force Field began to slowly distort within the ocean of sound waves emitted by countless Ancient Echo Spirit, like a rag being slowly wrung out of shape.

Five black sonic spirits silently pounced on him, their claws stretching and shrinking repeatedly amidst the terrifying sonic waves, transforming into various ferocious shapes as they pressed closer to Sigel's body.

Sigel watched helplessly as the black spirits approached, as if a huge black cloth had been drawn over his head, and his vision was becoming increasingly dim. Suddenly, at this moment...

A blinding light tore through the shadows, and a young, slender, and fair hand emerged from nowhere, gently pressing against the face of the black-haired Ancient Echo Spirit closest to his face.

The latter struggled, but its body quickly crumbled into pieces like burnt paper.

Someone came up from behind Sigel.

Sigel's pupils constricted sharply.

Light.

He saw an incomparably bright light.

And a figure whose entire body was bathed in bright light.

The figure flicked his sleeve, and the remaining four black Ancient Echo Spirit exploded one after another. The omnipresent sonic waves of magic in the void dissipated, and the densely packed low-level sound spirits, piled together, melted away under the bright light, like dirty snow being touched by the scorching sun.

Sigel was stunned.

The next second, the glowing figure soared into the air, swept up by a force and flew upwards.

As if passing through some barrier, the "absolute silence" caused by the extreme noise suddenly disappeared, and Sigel heard the sound of the wind.

The two stopped somewhere high in the sky, and the bright light slowly faded away.

Upon seeing the light, Sigel revealed a familiar Dark Blue Magic Robe, with white hair dancing in the wind on it, and the surrounding void constantly collapsing due to the overwhelmingly powerful Spiritual Force Field, as if invisible celestial bodies were constantly revolving around it.

The figure slowly turned around, revealing a young and handsome face.

At that moment, Sigel felt as if something was choking him; his mouth opened, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"You probably won't tell Misha what happened here... right?"

Ronan looked at Sigel in front of him and said softly.

Sigel stood frozen in place, his expression blank, a series of dazed flashes in his eyes.

After a moment, Sigel exhaled and said with difficulty, "Shall we go out now?"

No rush.

Ronan raised his hand and looked at a pile of tiny crystal cores of varying sizes on his palm, like special grains of sand. The five on the top were the largest, shimmering with black light, like pearls.

These were all obtained from the Ancient Echo Spirit, whom he had just killed.

Ronan collected all the crystal cores, squinted his eyes, randomly selected a direction, and then flew forward.

Sigel followed in a daze.

A breeze carrying a faint, decaying scent swept across Ronan's face in the Silent Corridor. Ronan looked down and casually opened his Character Panel—

Name: Ronan Damien

[Strength: Level Four Formal Wizard (1%)]

Is this what it feels like to embrace the Dawn?

Ronan muttered to himself.

At this moment, his Consciousness Space had already undergone earth-shattering changes.

The original fifteen Spiritual Power Crystal all disappeared, replaced by a dark golden sphere.

The surface of the dark gold sphere is etched with dense, mysterious and complex runes, more than 1,200 Primordial Spirit Writing that wriggle on it like living things.

Ronan could not see inside the sphere, but he could sense that the spiritual power of several elements was constantly surging within it.

There was a barely perceptible crack at the center of the sphere, through which a faint white light emanated.

Like an eye, which is currently closed.

The white Light Chrysalis formed by the [Secret Chrysalis] had long been pushed aside and was now located below the dark gold sphere.

Ronan's mental strength, both in quality and quantity, is more than twenty times stronger than before his advancement. Under normal conditions, it is comparable to the late-stage peak of Level Four Dawn Wizard!