A Bleak Song-Fight, Fight, Fight! What Else Can You Use to Stop Me?!
In an instant, it seemed as if countless dark red Blood Plasma were cascading down from the sky above the battlefield, turning the entire world into a blood-red expanse.
The terrifying, dark, blood-red light spread out slowly like a rapidly rising mushroom cloud. Wherever it passed, on the plains and wilderness of the oasis, one Magic Creature after another silently melted and died in the blood-red light, like red wax.
The haunting, ghostly realm that once occupied the high sky, exuding a chilling and sinister aura, was instantly swept away, dissolved, and devoured by the dark Blood Plasma as it washed over the two blurry ghostly figures, one in front and one behind, wielding a long, narrow scythe and a giant guillotine.
"Snap—Snap—"
The two illusory altars behind Sarlange made a crisp sound and suddenly cracked open. He groaned and took two steps back, his three pupils disappearing completely.
At that moment, everyone was stunned.
They stared blankly at the center of the eruption of blood, a nameless and immense sorrow enveloping everyone's hearts.
In a daze, I seemed to see the Bloody Dead Sea churning, the blood mist gradually dissipating from the surface, and the bottom densely packed with ancient corpses.
As all the strange phenomena disappeared, the dark crimson color gradually faded.
A tall and imposing figure finally appeared before them.
At this moment, Ronan held a gun in one hand, his long hair fluttering gently.
The thick, dark blood on the skin and throughout the body was gradually fading away like the tide.
Ronan's eyes were slightly closed, tears streamed down his cheeks, and he was enveloped in an indescribable, strange aura.
He was pulled out of his daze only by the sound of a trembling voice filled with utter disbelief.
"True Meaning Spell?!"
"This is the power that only spells that have grasped the true meaning can possess?!"
"Boom--"
A silent uproar erupted in the room, and pairs of eyes widened in shock.
Most of those present were Level Five Wizard, the most outstanding elites of the wizarding forces of the Destiny Empire. They had even surpassed the category of geniuses and were considered powerful figures. There were also quite a few wizards who had comprehended forbidden-level magic domains.
However, the forbidden level of magic domain and comprehending the true meaning of magic are two completely different concepts. The latter is to comprehend the essence of magic and have reached the level of truly controlling the rules.
Within the realm of Level Five Wizard, the ability to freely manipulate the energy of heaven and earth by activating their Elemental Spirit True Body can be considered a manifestation of the power of rules.
But compared to comprehending the true meaning of magic, the latter's grasp of the power of rules is not even scratching the surface.
Previously, Ronan had displayed power sufficient to obliterate ordinary taboos, which was surprising but still within the acceptable and tolerable range for everyone. Now, however, all that remains is shock and alarm.
"Corpses... the sorrow of the Dead Sea"
Ronan slowly opened his eyes, still immersed in the realization that he had just used the [[Instinctive Grip]] to completely manipulate the Power of the Dead Sea.
The moment he unleashed that move, it was as if countless ancient souls were weeping and howling in his ears, their mournful cries reaching his very soul, like a magnificent and tragic elegy, as if telling him some ancient, long-forgotten truth.
The secrets surrounding the [Ascetic Body Forging] technique seem to have become even more numerous.
"Click-click-click—"
The sound, like the strained turning of a giant gear, caught Ronan's attention.
He raised his head, his gaze returning to Sarlange directly in front of him.
He suppressed and broke through the opponent's spells, and even the ancient altar phantom behind him "exploded" twice, but the opponent did not seem to have any intention of giving up.
At this moment, Sarlange was in a semi-ethereal state, with countless ghostly lights gathering on his body.
The three pupils in each of his eyes began to dilate strangely, becoming like sparkling crystals.
A larger crystal also appeared between his eyebrows, and gradually his shape and appearance became indistinguishable, as he fully entered the state of activating his Elemental Spirit True Body.
"Seven Stars Elemental Spirit."
Ronan noticed the rapid formation of a huge totem behind Sarlange, his eyes flashing slightly as he softly uttered, "Inheritance Magic Array!"
The power of the Inheritance Magic Array, which they hadn't witnessed on Thomas, was now being experienced by Sarlange.
The Inheritance Magic Array pattern behind Sarlange resembled a bizarre Eight-Armed Black Scorpion, exuding a gloomy and evil aura.
As the Inheritance Magic Array was activated, the wizards of the Wizard Heart Hall recovered from the shock of Ronan's True Meaning Spell and their expressions became fanatical again.
Sarlange's aura continued to rise, and a vast, ocean-like energy surged from the magic array totem of the Eight-Armed Black Scorpion, forming a dark, gloomy domain that slowly unfolded behind Sarlange.
The ancient altar shadows, which were originally illusory, became solidified under the infusion of surging energy, as if they had traveled from the dilapidated and decaying ancient realm and appeared in reality on the battlefield.
The two blurry ghostly figures that Ronan had previously killed with a single shot reappeared, and on another ancient altar, a third ghostly figure quietly emerged—a huge, bloated, irregular body, like countless corpses piled up haphazardly, with strange hooked blades attached to chains in its two hands.
Each of the ghostly figures was at least ten times stronger than before.
Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly and gently gripped the spear with his right hand.
Countless deep red patterns rapidly climbed and rose on the Eight-Bladed Spear, transforming into a dark red spear. The eight blades trembled slightly, emitting mournful cries like those of the Dead Sea.
The dense black patterns of Ancient Power on his body, as well as the long black hair on his back, were gradually tinged with deep red.
The Ancient Demon God Body and the Power of the Dead Sea were exceptionally compatible, as if they were made by nature. Ronan stretched out his body, and "crack crack crack—" the Mara Body covered with countless dark red patterns expanded and grew several times taller.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
The almost black color faded completely, transforming into a crimson Spirit Force that swirled around Ronan's feet like the waters of the Dead Sea.
When Ronan mastered the secret technique "The [Demon God Dead Sea Grief Cry]," his physical combat system underwent a qualitative transformation.
Instinct drives you, true meaning is within your grasp!
Although he was still a little short of breaking through in the [Ascetic Body Forging] stage, he could already glimpse the power and mystery of the next realm and was able to draw upon a portion of the Grandmaster's power in advance.
"Buzz—Buzz—"
Ronan was surrounded by waves of dark red light. Compared to his previous domineering aura, his current presence was more refined, and he exuded a deeper and more mysterious aura.
The aura spread to the surrounding onlookers, giving them a suffocating and oppressive feeling.
The Sky Dome above the oasis has lost its mottled appearance, revealing two distinct colors.
One side was dark and gloomy, while the other was stained with blood.
If Ronan was previously a fiery and powerful Black Meteor, now it has transformed into a dark red meteorite, becoming even more terrifying and domineering.
The gold, clattering against the Itai, produced a crisp, melodious sound, and once again draped itself over Ronan. Sixteen pairs of reconstituted golden wings unfurled, and as his aura reached its peak, a glint flashed in Ronan's bloodshot eyes, and he vanished from the spot.
"Tear—"
In the Sky Dome and on the battlefield, endless blood light suddenly erupted, and an extremely thick, dark blood-red lightning bolt struck Sarlange's face directly.
In his Elemental Spirit True Body state, Sarlange dissolved like mist, with a huge Eight-Armed Black Scorpion totem behind him spinning like a halo, and three ancient altars emitting heavy "clicking" sounds as they turned.
"Call--"
Three ghostly figures appeared almost simultaneously in front of the dark, blood-red lightning, unleashing a giant scythe, a guillotine, and a chain hook blade that slashed silently across the lightning's body.
A long spear covered in blood-red patterns emerged from the lightning, its eight blades slightly unfurled, trembling incessantly, like a giant python with its blood-red mouth wide open.
"Boom!"
As the two forces collided, the lightning shattered, and Ronan, adorned with gold and blood, leaped out like a dragon from the dark, blood-red lightning.
The Eight-Blade Spirit Force Spear swept horizontally, unleashing a huge crescent-shaped blood-red halo that sent the three blurry ghostly figures around it flying.
"Click-clack—"
The ancient altar corresponding to the three ghostly figures groaned as if it were about to collapse. Seven Elemental Spirit Crystal on Sarlange's face, Elemental Spirit True Body, flickered as he raised his hands, summoning beams of dark blue light to fall.
The three blurry ghostly figures that had been swept away roared silently and swept back again.
At this time, Ronan was still wearing Crystal Crown.
His technique of using the "[Instinctive Grip]" to leverage the immense power deep within the Dead Sea seems to coincide with the Tidal Meditation Technique contained within the Crown of Deep Knowledge.
The Power of the Dead Sea surged forth from the Dead Sea depths like the tides, enhancing his spear's power.
[[Instinctive Grip]] Following the rhythm of the tides, it pulls at the Rule Veins of heaven and earth, wave after wave, the Power of the Dead Sea released by Ronan becomes more and more turbulent!
"Boom!"
At some point, the scene that had happened before seemed to repeat itself!
Ronan swept out with his spear, instantly creating a scene resembling a raging, roaring Dead Sea in everyone's eyes.
That mournful and poignant lament resounded once more, like an unfinished war song from the depths of an ancient sea.
"Boom!"
Beneath countless crimson lightning bolts, Sarlange's three ghostly figures were once again swallowed by terrifying power. With a "bang," the three ancient altars behind Sarlange exploded simultaneously.
The seven Elemental Spirit Crystal on Sarlange's face flashed incessantly, and he spread his arms, emitting a terrifying shriek.
Countless beams of dark blue energy descended, while the swirling ghostly aura behind him crashed down like a curtain.
But in the next second, it was torn apart by a fierce and terrifying beam of blood.
Ronan, with sixteen pairs of golden wings spread behind him, wearing Crystal Crown and holding a spear, stepped onto Sarlange's head.
"Splash—"
At this moment, the dark red Spirit Force surrounding him surged and churned, while the blood-red Dead Sea phenomenon behind him boiled over.
Layers of crimson light emanated from his body, desperately resisting the ever-flowing tide of darkness and necromantic energy around him.
Ronan's gaze was intense, but he didn't look at Sarlange. Instead, he stared directly at the pair of peering eyes behind the Half-Closed Door high in the sky.
As Ronan raised his Eight-Bladed Spear, he was like a blazing sun rising from the blood-red Dead Sea!
"What else can you use to stop me?!"
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