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"Bang!"
A large, cloud-like hand tore through the air and landed heavily on the Bald Man's forehead, accompanied by a series of crisp cracking sounds.
The latter's head rapidly caved in, its eyeballs bulged out, and countless black nails on its face were squeezed out one by one by the terrifying [Great Strength].
As some magical seals were released, his entire body immediately expanded rapidly like an inflating balloon, instantly transforming back into a massive Corpse Meat Mountain, before continuing its devastating downward collapse.
"Boom!"
The Corpse Meat Mountain that the Bald Man had transformed into crashed to the ground like a giant meteorite. With a deafening roar, the earth trembled, and an immeasurably deep crater appeared in the ground.
Everything happened in a very short time; almost no one in the room had time to react.
When the wizards realized what had happened, an eerie silence fell over them.
"Click-click-click—"
Ronan slowly stretched his body, his bones and muscles creaking softly.
The shadowy tendrils that were wrapped around him snapped one by one, like fragile hemp ropes.
—A perfect demonic body three meters tall, with intricate and magnificent tattoos like burning flames, long, jet-black hair cascading down to its ankles, and a black Spirit Force that swirls around it like water, emitting the sound of tides crashing against rocks and countless conch shells chirping.
As he slowly raised his head, his face, which was both evil and ferocious yet possessed a bewitching handsomeness, revealed a pair of pure black eyes that seemed to contain an ancient, desolate sea.
At this moment, Ronan was like a blazing, powerful Black Meteor, constantly radiating an unparalleled and domineering aura.
"Fate!"
Ronan extended his right hand, and a golden gear on his wrist spun rapidly, as if one could hear the sound of countless gears meshing and turning together.
The long, outstretched fingers seemed to barely grasp the prying eyes behind the Half-Closed Door to the sky.
As the five fingers slowly closed, countless black Spirit Force spontaneously converged into the palm, condensing into an ancient and heavy black spear, with eight blades resonating at the spearhead.
"Watch how I shatter this Torrent."
Ronan gripped his spear tightly, his long, black, flame-like hair dancing without wind. He withdrew his gaze from the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly, and in the deepest part of his pupils, the once silent Dead Sea suddenly rippled.
"Whoosh—"
Ronan's figure vanished abruptly, but the next second a terrifying, earth-shattering roar resounded.
Like a blazing black star suddenly falling into a calm pond, instantly creating a raging storm.
Countless spell chants, rune fluctuations, and energy surges erupted instantly.
"Boom!"
The Eight-Bladed Spear, like an incredibly thick and long pure black lightning bolt, tore through layers of void in an instant and stabbed fiercely at the figure who was suppressing the Itai River and sitting on the black throne.
Ronan's Star Force Field and Six Spiral Palaces, combined with the life force field under the Master Level perfect [Ascetic Body Forging], instantly tore through the mental and energy defense field of the only late-stage level 5 wizard in the scene.
The terrifying power traveled through the void, creating a surging, viscous, and distorted visual effect along the way.
Before the spear even got close, the throne on which the figure sat shattered into pieces. With a cold snort, the figure quickly retreated.
The Itai had been suppressed by it, was freed and flew back to Ronan's side with a trembling cry, transforming into golden armor and golden wings that attached themselves to his Mara Body.
"It's been with me for so long."
Ronan casually plucked a piece of golden feather from his back and said in a low voice, "I have never suffered such injustice before."
"Clang—"
With a flapping sound like a sword being drawn from its sheath, Ronan's figure drew a black and gold streak, instantly traversing vast spatial distances and suddenly appearing in front of the retreating late-stage level 5 Wizard of the Wizard Heart Hall.
The Eight-Bladed Spear swept across, tearing away the fog of mystery that the man who had lost his throne had used to conceal his true nature, revealing a valiant face with wide-open eyes and an expression of disbelief.
Ronan glanced at him indifferently, raised his spear and thrust. Just as the spear was about to pierce the man's brow, it was deflected several inches by a dark blade light with layers of runes and forbidden energy. The valiant man seized the opportunity and with a "bang," he turned into black smoke and disappeared.
"Um?"
Ronan blinked and turned to look in the direction from which the blade had come.
All he could see Qi Ge, Ulyian, and the young man from the black book who had previously used the shadow tentacles spell to bind him, all staring intently at him with grim expressions.
Behind each of them, there were at least seven Black Robe Wizards from the Wizard Heart Hall casting spells to bless them.
With the support of the magic array, almost everyone's aura was boosted to the mid-stage of level five or above.
"Then let's deal with you first."
Ronan turned around, holding the spear upside down, his golden wings fluttering lightly, and walked step by step towards the group through the void.
Its speed appeared slow but was actually fast; like light or mist, it almost reached the group in an instant.
"Si Anda"
Ulyian emitted a hissing, snake-like chanting sound.
The two golden snake earrings hanging from his earlobes flew out on their own, and driven by enormous energy, they intertwined in the void, then frantically replicated and multiplied, finally entwining into a Serpent Arrow that emitted a faint metallic luster, carrying a dense Forbidden Law Domain power, and shot fiercely towards Ronan.
Snake-like forbidden lightning bolts tore through the void and rushed towards him. Ronan narrowed his eyes, and the Dead Sea in his pupils rippled slightly. On the Eight-Bladed Spear in his hand, scarlet runes, as if engraved with blood, lit up.
"[[Instinctive Grip]]!"
In an instant, the spear seemed to manipulate the very fabric of nature, directly mobilizing the energy particles scattered throughout the space.
Ronan thrust out his spear, the Eight-Bladed Spear like a soaring black dragon directly colliding with the serpentine arrow. With just a slight touch, the Forbidden Law Domain of the latter was completely crushed, and countless coiled golden snakes shattered and crumbled.
As a result of the spell's backlash, Ulyian, who was facing Ronan, and the group of Wizards from the Wizard Heart Hall who were providing him with energy, coughed up blood almost simultaneously and staggered backward.
The obscure blade light, enhanced by layers of runes, silently tore through the void the instant Ronan's spear annihilated Ulyian's magic, slashing diagonally toward his neck.
In the distance, Qi Ge, wearing a top hat, watched coldly, seemingly wanting to see crimson splatter on Ronan's neck the next second.
Ronan didn't even glance at the blade's light. His demonic body stretched out, emitting crackling sounds, and he seemed to expand slightly outwards.
The domain field formed by the superposition of the Star Force Field and the life force field, driven by the mercury-like black Spirit Force, seemed to transform from formless to tangible.
Ronan's entire body was writhing with ancient black patterns that resembled burning flames, releasing a terrifying aura of annihilation that washed over the power attached to the magical blade light like a tidal wave.
The runes that had been imbued with the blade's power were rapidly obliterated one by one under the force field, and the speed at which the blade struck also gradually slowed down.
Qi Ge's eyes, which had been watching coldly, slowly widened. When he watched as the Netherlight Blade he had summoned "softly" slashed at Ronan's body, touched the golden Itai armor, and was easily deflected with a "ding," only to be caught by Ronan and casually crushed into powder between his fingers, the gloom and calmness on his face vanished completely, leaving only a slight blankness and disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
A powerful attack, fueled by mid-stage level five spiritual energy and reaching the Forbidden Law Domain, couldn't even penetrate the opponent's outer defenses?!
Qi Ge's understanding of the world is beginning to crumble.
However, before he could remain stunned for long, an overwhelmingly powerful force suddenly pierced through his body.
The terrifying [Penetration] power, after piercing through Qi Ge's body, did not diminish in force. It swept lightly to the left and right, also knocking the group of level four and five wizards behind him, causing them to cough up blood and fly away.
"Why don't you transform your body into an elemental form?"
Ronan casually pulled the Eight-Bladed Spear from Qi Ge's body and asked casually, "Forgot?"
Qi Ge clutched the large, bloody wound on his chest, his face deathly pale, unable to utter a single word.
Ronan turned his gaze and locked onto the last handsome man holding a black book on the Wizard Heart Hall side. The latter's appearance reminded him of the "Chaos Secret Society" wizard Li Weiqi, whom he had fought in the south.
The handsome man witnessed Ronan effortlessly defeat Qi Ge and Ulyian. His already pale face turned even whiter. When Ronan looked at him, he immediately panicked and subconsciously stepped back.
"Don't be afraid."
Ronan nodded to him, trying to keep his hoarse, deep voice calm, "Use that spell you used before to bind me!"
The handsome man almost instantly opened the black book in his hand. Accompanied by incredibly fast chanting of incantations, pools of ink-like black marks quickly appeared around Ronan's body. From each ink mark grew numerous shadow tentacles, which rapidly wrapped around Ronan's entire body like vines.
"Not bad, I'm starting to get the hang of it."
Ronan closed his eyes, feeling the binding force that seemed to entangle his soul.
As the binding force intensified, he felt the thin barrier between the Master level of [Ascetic Body Forging] and the Grandmaster Master Level loosening, as well as the continuous turbulence of the Dead Sea within his body.
The Black Dead Sea was hidden within the Ancient Power black patterns on his body, a fact that Ronan gradually discovered.
"Not enough, continue."
Ronan opened his eyes and calmly looked at the handsome man in front of him before speaking.
The latter was sweating profusely, and the incantations he was chanting were so rapid that not a single syllable could be heard. The wizards behind him who were providing the blessing were also pale-faced and looked severely exhausted.
More sand shadow tentacles grew out, layer upon layer, almost wrapping Ronan's entire body in a black cocoon.
The thrill of that breakthrough grew stronger and stronger, the Dead Sea trembled incessantly, and more dark crimson churned up from the bottom of the Dead Sea.
"Not enough, we need more..."
"Any more..."
Ronan kept urging him on, trying to seize this opportunity for a breakthrough, as something was about to burst forth.
Just then, a furious scream rang out, accompanied by a violent whooshing sound.
"Boom!"
Amidst the sudden surge of dark Spirit Force, ancient crimson hues emerged, and Eight-Bladed Spear swept across, slamming away a Corpse Meat Mountain that had sprung from below like a ball.
Ronan suddenly opened his eyes, and the Dead Sea was originally pure black in his eyes was now surging with dark red. In an instant, countless deep red arcs of light seemed to explode around him. The terrifying aura directly caused the group of handsome men in the distance to gasp for breath, stagger, and look at him with eyes that looked like they were looking at a non-human monster, and then retreat quickly.
Ronan frowned, looking at the shadow spell tentacles on his body that he had directly torn off. The fleeting crimson color had receded back into the black Spirit Force, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What a pity."
He was certain he had grasped something, but unfortunately the pressure from the Wizard of the Wizard Heart Hall was too little, so he was always just a little short of a real breakthrough.
At that moment, a feeling like thorns were sticking out from behind me.
Ronan turned around and immediately saw Casimodo, holding the Star-Glory Great Bow, with his eyes glowing with an eerie light, slowly releasing the bowstring and softly uttering, "[Moon Defilement]".
As the sound faded, an unprecedentedly terrifying aura immediately locked onto Ronan.
Immediately following was a streak of light, like a brilliant meteor falling from the night sky, which pierced the sky and shot straight toward Ronan's face.
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