Six Spiral Palaces, Golden Armor and Black Meteor, Battle the Commander!

Jason stood in front of the cave, his bald head pointing out into the dark cavern.

He hesitated whether to follow them in, but worried that he might disturb Ronan who was inside. Given Ronan's usually calm personality, something that could make him act so "out of control" must be extremely important.

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure emanated from the cave, and the resulting gale forced Jason to squint and involuntarily take two steps back.

A sudden, inexplicable unease rose within Jason. He stared intently at the cave before him, where a terrifying, ancient monster seemed to be lurking, slowly awakening, breathing, and emerging from its cocoon within its dark depths. "Tap—tap—"

A faint sound of horses' hooves, like the tolling of a bell tower in the dead of night, drifted from afar.

Jason felt a chill on the back of his head, as if a cold water had been poured over his face, and he turned around abruptly.

A tall, robust black warhorse, exuding a strong aura of decay, had somehow appeared above Jason's head. Its hooves were engulfed in persistent, eerie Blue Flame, and it spewed out plumes of cold black smoke from its mouth and nostrils, which kept hitting Jason's face.

Those eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps, were hollow and cold, and their occasional hissing sounded like the wailing of thousands of dead souls at the same time.

Jason's heart sank rapidly, his face tense as he slowly moved his gaze upwards until it met a pair of calm eyes hidden behind an ancient Bronze Helmet.

The Ancient Cavalry Spear, gleaming with a dark metallic sheen, was gently raised, its tip pointing like a snake at Jason's brow. A calm and mellow voice rang out.

"Where's the kid who was with you?"

Jason bit his lower lip tightly, remaining silent.

Suddenly, he uttered a rapid incantation, and his right hand, hidden beneath his robes, seemed to be gripping something tightly as he abruptly raised it towards the Black Nightmare Warhorse and the knight.

On the vast, gray-white wilderness, it was as if a small, twisted black sun had suddenly risen.

Before the light of this spell could fully bloom, it was immediately extinguished by an indescribable, terrifying force.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Jason's Level Four Dawn Spiritual Force Field shattered, and he was struck by an invisible force, flying sideways across the ground like a rag doll.

He used his body to push up a not-so-low sand dune on the soft mud, and walked out of the sunken pit in a somewhat disheveled manner.

Are you his attendant?

The bronze-armored knight looked down at him calmly, his posture and movements unchanged.

Jason's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a beast-like roar from the bottom of his throat. He slammed his hands down, and a wave of magical energy spread out rapidly.

Where the ripples passed, soil and gravel were thrown up, quickly turning into a viscous black liquid that swept towards the man and horse in the sky like a surging tide.

The latter didn't even glance at the spell, but calmly raised the lance in his hand.

The tip of the lance, engraved with ancient and intricate patterns, silently emitted a deep blue glow, twisting in the void before slowly shooting towards Jason.

The black sand waves surging from the ground collapsed one after another. The pressure of the domain and energy attached to the ghostly light crushed and tore apart everything in its path. Large patches of ghostly blue cracks spread across the void like a mirror that had been forcefully shattered.

Jason's brow creased, and he felt a sharp pain as if his body and soul were about to be torn apart.

He trembled all over, the veins on his forehead and neck bulging, constantly trying to shake off the terrifying power being exerted on him, but he couldn't move an inch and could only watch helplessly as the eerie light drew closer.

Just as Jason was about to be pierced by the ghostly light, a thick, rippling water appeared in the void between them.

A figure engulfed in blazing white flames emerged from behind Jason at an incredible speed.

A slender, fair hand, like a glowing porcelain, emerged from the flames, its five fingers spread out, gently grasping the faint blue light.

"Snap—"

With a crisp cracking sound, the terrifying eerie light shattered in the figure's hand, turning into countless fragments of light that dissipated into nothingness.

The terrifying pressure receded rapidly like a tide, and Jason was suddenly freed from the suppressed and restrained state. With a "whoosh," he collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

His eyes remained fixed on the pure white fiery figure, as if trying to confirm something, and he murmured, "Damien?"

Streams of pure white flames, emanating strange life energy fluctuations, flowed into the figure's body like water, gradually contracting beneath the halo to reveal Ronan's figure.

At this moment, Ronan's long, white hair was completely spread out, and his robes had disappeared, revealing his slender and well-proportioned upper body.

He seemed to be in an indescribable, wondrous state, giving people an incredibly strong sense of fragmentation.

The eerie neighing of the Black Nightmare Warhorse came from above their heads. The bronze-armored knight on horseback seemed to chuckle, and the tip of his spear turned, naturally locking onto Ronan.

Ronan looked at him calmly, took a deep breath, and then snapped a few photos.

His body, filled with a broken beauty, began to grow taller and taller, flesh and blood tearing and reforming, the sound of bones clashing creating a strange symphony of life.

A white halo radiated outwards from his body in concentric circles.

Then it gradually changes from transparent and thin to thick and heavy, the speed of diffusion slows down, and the color deepens rapidly.

Black.

Black patterns, like flames or vines, rapidly spread and grew from his limbs and the ends of his hair toward the center.

Ronan's limbs were slightly curled up, as if he was trying to crawl out of an old cocoon, and the aura emanating from his body became more and more powerful and heavy.

"[The Spiral Palace]!"

As Ronan's body rose to a certain height, he paused, as if silently gathering strength for half a breath, before suddenly stretching his entire body outwards! "Crack crack crack—Boom!"

Fourfold!

Fivefold!

Sixfold!

Within the body, the Blue Snail seal representing the [Spiral Palace] grew rapidly at an incredible speed after completing all three stages of opening, reaching the sixth level in one go before finally stopping.

"Bang—"

Like a blazing star core rolling, an incredibly heavy aura spread out, stirring up a circle of white waves visible to the naked eye, which spread far and wide.

Having finally completed his transformation into the "Ancient Demon God Body," Ronan stood at the very center of this fiery and majestic place.

At this moment, his body had grown to a height of three meters, surrounded by countless thick, water-like black Spirit Force. His entire body, a near-perfect demonic form, was covered with intricate and beautiful tattoos resembling vines and flames.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her ankles, without any stray lightning or flowing arcs of light, only a heavy, rock-like aura of force, grinding and rolling in circles.

Ronan raised his head slightly, his pupils, now pure black, seemed to hold an ancient Dead Sea.

The gentle, flowing Spirit Force pattered against him, and within the pure black, wisps of mysterious and profound crimson rippled out, emitting a strange sound like waves crashing against rocks or countless conch shells chirping.

Ronan slowly raised his hand, and his Spirit Force flowed around him, quickly condensing into an ancient-looking, almost tangible long-handled Battle Axe in his hand.

The handle and blade of the Battle Axe were etched with dense, ancient, and complex patterns, which complemented Ronan's totem-like black tattoos.

" With Itai..."

He spoke softly, his voice low and hoarse.

Itai gold, surged from his back and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into an exquisitely beautiful suit of golden armor that adorned his body.

"Whoosh—"

Sixteen pairs of Golden Eagle Wings suddenly unfolded behind Ronan, emitting a clear, resonant sound like swords being drawn from their sheaths.

Ronan lifted his foot and stepped into the sky. The moment he took off, large sections of the ground beneath him silently collapsed downwards.

His speed wasn't particularly fast, and it was visible to the naked eye, yet it gave people the awe-inspiring and majestic feeling of a Black Meteor rising into the sky.

The void within a radius of tens of miles was radiated by an invisible life force field, presenting a visual effect of surging heat waves and viscous, distorted texture.

Beneath the most magnificent golden armor lies a ferocious and domineering demonic body; the two extremes are intertwined, revealing a breathtaking and strange beauty.

Ronan wielded the axe with both hands, the Ancient Deadly Weapon formed from black Spirit Force radiating a cold, tangible feel from his palms. Each pattern on the axe handle was so realistic, like a faintly pulsating heartbeat! [Ancient Power], Perfect Control Level! "Whoosh—"

Ronan raised his hand and swung his axe down, a full moon-like black halo emanating from the blade.

The mental and energy field belonging to the late stage of level five in the air before them silently broke open and extended out in a straight line.

"Clang—"

The Battle Axe and lance clashed without any fancy moves, and with a "whoosh," the Black Nightmare Warhorse spewed out a large plume of black smoke with a sulfurous smell from its mouth and nose, and suddenly retreated a short distance.

Beneath the bronze mask, a hint of surprise flickered in his gentle eyes. Before he could react further, a second wave of axe light slashed down upon him.

"Clang! Clang—"

On the gray and white wilderness, a figure clad in golden armor, with wildly flowing black hair and wielding a long-handled Battle Axe, clashed repeatedly with a knight mounted on a warhorse.

The black axe-blade halo repeatedly collided with the eerie blue arc of the lance.

Ancient, dark meteorites, eerie and mysterious flames; no fancy spells, only the most primitive close combat skills and the clash of pure energy.

Terrifying energy aftershocks spread out, stirring up wave after wave of white waves and sand tides on the gray-white wilderness amidst the clanging of cold weapons.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Ronan was breathing evenly.

A blazing flame burned within him; it was the Holy Shrine Power, which had not yet been fully integrated.

Each time he fought against the Level Five Wizard Tangista wizard commander in front of him, the backlash force, which far exceeded his current limit, would cause some of his evolutionary power to be dispersed as it was transmitted into his body, and then seep into his limbs and bones in strands.

He could feel every cell in his body rapidly transforming and growing, and the broken Storm Rune engraved between his flesh and bones seemed to be constantly being repaired under this power of evolution.

On the Character Panel, the proficiency of [Ascetic Body Forging] has long since become "Master (1600/1600)".

But just like when you break through from "expert" to "master".

Although it's perfect, it's still a little short, so it can't be directly promoted to "Grandmaster".

"Splash—"

Ronan casually unleashed a jet-black halo, but his consciousness momentarily wavered.

He seemed to hear the sound of calm water being stirred, and before his eyes, a boundless, lifeless black sea vaguely appeared.