Severed Tail
Above the dark green, ink-black forest, a figure swiftly moved along the edge of the trees.
The dense foliage parted on both sides like dark waves, surging and rolling in layers.
Suddenly, several dark figures appeared silently around him, like sunlight being blocked by unseen things, casting patches of shadow.
In the shadows, black things writhed, and soon several figures wrapped in black robes slowly emerged from the shadows.
The speeding figure came to a stop, revealing a handsome young man wearing a dark blue robe, with white hair reaching his waist, exuding elegance and composure.
The young man calmly surveyed the black-robed figures around him, and in a sudden moment, a battle erupted.
Six figures in black robes leaped up like large birds and pounced on the youth they had surrounded.
Their movements were highly synchronized, and there seemed to be some kind of strange connection between them. A trace of evil aura interacted in the void, faintly forming a mysterious magic array.
The light overhead suddenly dimmed, and a shadow, which appeared out of nowhere, started from the young man's feet and quickly moved toward his face.
The young man stepped back slightly, expressionless, and stretched out his hand, gently pointing a finger at the empty space in front of him.
A tiny snowflake peeled off her slender, fair fingertip, swirling and dancing forward, its mysterious energy emanating simultaneously from all eight of its edges.
In an instant, a terrifying chill erupted, "Boom!"
Frost roared at this moment, pure white ice flames spread, and cold ice spikes grew wildly. The ancient and enormous ice and snow kingdom suddenly rose from the void, instantly enveloping the six black-robed figures.
The six men in black robes seemed oblivious to the chilling atmosphere around them, their movements completely unaffected. They shot out like lightning, crisscrossing each other like razors.
"Bang!"
The youth's body exploded, scattering like broken mirror fragments.
At the same time, he emerged from the other side of the Snow Country, raising his hand slightly, and tornadoes, cold waves, and ice spirits roared out simultaneously.
The six black-robed figures ignored them, changed direction, and pounced on the youth once more. They passed through tornadoes and icy tides, smashed through long ice spikes and flickering pure white flames, their black robes torn apart at the same time, and roared, revealing their strong and ferocious silver-white bodies underneath.
It looks like a six-headed, strange lizard, but with human-like limbs and two slender eyes above its gaping maw, radiating a cold, [Bloodthirst] light like a wild beast.
Six Lizardman pierced through the heavy curtain of ice and snow, and in an instant they were right in front of the young man.
The young man's eyes flickered slightly, and it seemed as if intricate and exquisite silver patterns flashed in his pupils.
In an instant, the falling snowflakes froze, and everything came to a standstill, including the six Lizard Monsters.
The young man squinted, scrutinizing the six Lizard Monster before him as if they were six lifelike Ice Sculptures.
At one point, he gently exhaled, and immediately afterward, the silent Snow Country trembled.
Like an exquisite mirror, it shattered into tiny dust inch by inch from its edges. Under the terrifying force of [Annihilation], a forbidden aura flowed out. The six Lizardman were frozen in place by the power of space, seemed to sense the danger. Their eyes rolled, and they struggled desperately, letting out violent growls.
The young man stretched out his right hand, and the fragments of the Snow Country Mirror that had been shattered gathered back on his right hand, with a ray of light rising from his palm.
In an instant, it transformed into a ball of light interwoven with silver and deep blue, its forbidden aura growing ever stronger, with slender arcs of light constantly leaping and flashing through the space.
Through the translucent surface of the light sphere, one can vaguely see the outlines of a vast ice field and undulating glaciers. Tornadoes and cold waves rage on the ice field. The half-humanoid Frost Spirit runs as if in a real Snow Country, shrunken in the palm of one's hand.
However, before the kingdom could fully take shape, the young man casually shattered the ball of light in his hand with a single palm strike!
In an instant, a terrifying Torrent appeared, the power of spatial [Annihilation] and icy freezing intertwined and merged, and poured out in all directions.
The six Lizard Monsters were the first to be hit, roaring as their powerful bodies were quickly washed away into dust by the Torrent. When everything calmed down, the young man stood quietly in his original spot, with only six silvery-white "tentacles" covered in frost and still writhing slightly around his feet.
Rather than calling them tentacles, they are more like severed Severed Tail cut off from some enormous creature.
The cut surface is smooth, with remnants of strange runic patterns.
Ronan crouched down and gently stroked the few still wriggling tails with his hand.
He felt that the shape of the tail was somewhat familiar, as if it came from some kind of creature he had seen before.
"Dragon!"
Ronan's eyes suddenly flashed, and he slowly uttered, "The Giant Dragon Tail."
Not long after he left the Spirit Lake, he was inexplicably chased by the strange Lizardman who had been transformed from a severed Severed Tail.
Now, he seemed to have figured something out and slowly stood up.
"It's Gorini."
Alazan his answer, "This must have been sent out on purpose to test your men."
"What kind of being is he in the Hall of Spirits? What exactly is the meaning of 'gatekeeper'?"
Ronan asked the question, a question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and now was the perfect opportunity to ask it.
He could tell that the Tail-less Evil Dragon Gorini was extremely afraid of Alazan, yet it seemed to be able to stand on equal footing with the other wizards, and had a close relationship with the Dragon Wizard Chief Bahafos.
"... Bahafves once obtained the Severed Tail of a dragon."
"I don't know what she did, but that Severed Tail later became Gorini."
Ronan was taken aback. "You mean Gorini himself was transformed from a tail?"
"Um."
Alazan said calmly, "Gorini is not weak, but he is treacherous and evil by nature. He has stirred up conflicts between the shaman leaders more than once."
Bahafves tried to kill it several times, but failed each time, whether out of fear of the entity behind it or because it was simply incapable of doing so.
Who is its true form?
"That's probably something only Bahafves could know."
Alazan paused for a moment, then said, "It knows I'm on you. It's got its eye on you and will definitely come after you again. Be careful."
Ronan frowned, staring silently at the several Severed Tail at his feet that had gradually fallen silent.
Suddenly, the six Severed Tail exploded with a bang, forming some black smoke, which then quickly coalesced and gradually condensed into the shape of a human figure.
With white hair, dark skin, thin lips, a slender build, and deep-set eyes, he stared coldly at Ronan, exuding an aura of evil and cunning.
"Evaqu?!"
Ronan's pupils contracted sharply when he saw the figure clearly.
Even though the other person's appearance had changed drastically, he still recognized him at a glance as Evaqu, his good friend who had come out with him from the south and lost contact after entering the Hall of Spirits Space.
"If you want to save his life, come with me."
The man who bore a slight resemblance to Evaqu looked at Ronan with a wicked smile, uttered a strange, sharp sound like something smooth rubbing together, said something, and then turned and left.
Alazan a warning, "Don't go. This is one of its usual tricks."
Ronan's eyes flickered, he took a deep breath, and finally, with a sigh from Alazan, he caught up with a blank expression.
He stared intently at Evaqu's retreating figure, his naturally drooping fingers trembling slightly, with swirling snowflakes drifting from the tips of each finger.
Snowflakes floated, forming a kind of array, followed by a blinding deep blue beam of light that shot out from his palm like an angry dragon, instantly catching up with "Evaqu" in front of him and wrapping it up layer by layer.
However, the opponent seemed completely unaffected by the frost-sealing power, passing directly through the interwoven beams of light at an incredible speed. It flashed like a shadow, covering a long distance before turning back and giving Ronan a slightly mocking sneer.
Ronan tried several different methods, but none of them had any effect on "Evaqu." It seemed to be completely immune to ordinary energy and physical attacks. After several attempts, the mockery on its face towards Ronan grew stronger.
Ronan narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a massive Spiritual Force Field emanated from his body like an invisible celestial body, switching from a frost-like form to a blazing one, resembling Star Ring him.
He lightly touched his brow with his finger, and in an instant, a golden ripple emanated from his forehead, spreading rapidly and drawing a long golden line of fire in the void.
The ripples swept swiftly across Evaqu's body, and in an instant, the latter's expression changed.
A cluster of golden-red flames shot out from beneath its feet, instantly transforming it into a blazing human-shaped torch.
Evaqu's face contorted instantly, revealing an expression of pain and sorrow. It reached out to Ronan as if pleading with Ronan for something.
"Damien, don't give up on me..."
Ronan's pupils reflected the flickering golden flames as he watched "Evaqu" melt away before his eyes like a candle, until it was completely incinerated.
After an unknown amount of time, Ronan said softly, "Let's go."
Then he turned and left with a calm expression.
"Boom!"
Ronan strolled out from the suddenly collapsed cliff, amidst the dust and smoke rising from the rolling rocks.
He held a black stone ball in his hands, its surface covered with numerous cracks.
"It's an abandoned Holy Shrine Altar; its power has almost completely dissipated, and it's not what I'm looking for."
Ronan gently crushed the stone ball in his hand, and the broken pieces slid from between his fingers and fell to the ground with a soft rustling sound.
"Next one."
Ronan took out another black stone sphere from his Space Ring, which was almost identical to the one that had shattered before.
The only difference is that there is a narrow crack in the middle of this stone ball, from which a faint blue light shines.
Ronan reached out and gently pressed his hand on the stone ball. The surface of the stone ball seemed very soft, and his fingers left several dents.
As Ronan uttered a deep incantation, the stone sphere trembled slightly, followed by several translucent black lines visible only to him emerging from the sphere and extending in different directions.
Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. He randomly selected one of the black lines, took off, and flew forward along the black line.
He sped past towering peaks, dense forests, and rivers, then suddenly stopped, looking in one direction with a slightly strange expression.
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