Secret Chrysalis - Law Transformation, Void Hole Butterfly!

Countless golden rune chains shot out from the golden gears on his wrists, binding Ronan's body one by one.

Each golden rune chain released a mysterious sealing power, firmly locking in the immense strength of the physical body, gradually sealing back the surging Dead Sea.

"Click-click-click—"

With each golden rune chain reinforcing it, Ronan's imposing and ferocious demonic body rapidly shrank.

"Was this a trap from the very beginning?"

"The second-stage Ring Mark and the third-stage Stone of Destiny constitute this curse specifically designed to seal the physical body."

"You've long been prepared to change the rules of the game at any time."

"But."

"Why me?"

Ronan raised his head and looked at the Half-Closed Door in the sky. His handsome face, which had regained its beauty, appeared extremely pale, with a hint of bewilderment.

At this point, he had completely returned to his normal state.

Wearing Crystal Crown, his long, white hair danced wildly in the wind, and golden rune chains coiled around his body like pythons. His aura gradually weakened, revealing his true nature as Level Four Wizard.

He should have won the victory that brought it all to an end and enjoyed the glory of triumph, but he was suddenly stripped of his sword and fell from the peak to the bottom, like a monarch who was forcibly forced to the brink of ruin and the destruction of his country.

The person behind the Half-Closed Door did not respond to him, but simply watched silently, as if this was exactly what it wanted to see.

The situation on the field changed so quickly that not only Ronan, but everyone else was caught off guard.

Before everyone could recover from the immense shock of Ronan's impending victory over Sarlange, who had revealed all his trump cards, they suddenly realized that Ronan had lost all his advantages and his momentum was rapidly waning.

"Click-clack—"

Sarlange was the first to realize what was happening; his eyes flashed instantly, and he formed a hand seal.

Sagadi's Corpse Accumulation Court was rebuilt, and the Monarch Ghost Shadow, covered in rotting flesh and blood, reappeared.

This time, with no sea of blood to hinder the unfolding of the deep ghost realm, the corrupt sword in the Monarch Ghost Shadow's hand slashed out, and an enormous, incomparable dark blue sword light directly split the vast battlefield space in two, tearing through layers of void, carrying an endless tide of dark undead energy, and slashing straight towards Ronan.

"Boom!"

Vast swathes of void shattered and twisted, forbidden arcs of lightning intertwined, and in the state of [[Clarity Extreme Thought]], gold, chanting the Song of Fire Gold in Itai, transformed into a giant golden blade wheel to defend itself.

But in just one exchange, the magnificent golden blade wheel shattered, Itai mournful cry, and Ronan's figure was sent flying backward.

He clenched his teeth, and golden rune chains continued to emerge from his right hand.

Layer upon layer of sealing power completely locked away his physical strength. On the Character Panel, the [[Immaculate Body]] talent was in an inactive state, and he could not sense the presence of the Power of the Dead Sea. The runes of Ancient Power remained completely still.

The [Spiral Palace] within his body was also shattered. Although rebuilding it wouldn't be too difficult, what was also sealed away was his breakthrough opportunity—he was already in the process of transformation and was about to enter the [Ascetic Body Forging] Grandmaster level.

"Hiss--"

While constantly maneuvering the Itai resist and evade the pursuit of the Monarch Ghost Shadow, Ronan took a deep breath and quickly thought of a way to break the deadlock.

He tried to break free from the seal of the golden rune chains, but the power of the seal was mysterious and unlike anything he had ever seen before; it seemed to be a curse specifically designed to target the physical body.

Strands of sealing power continued to seep into Ronan's limbs and bones, and Ronan heard his flesh and bones making a "crackling" sound as they were sealed.

However, it was precisely this sealing power that exerted immense pressure, seemingly forcing out some of the latent essence within the flesh and blood.

Ronan suddenly sensed that the dense threads connecting his soul and body within his body were constantly emitting light, and then a black Light Chrysalis located beneath the dark gold core was infused with this power.

"Buzz—"

With a slight tremor, countless deep purple lines on the pure black cocoon surface quietly lit up, and then...

A mysterious radiance shone forth.

"The Secret Chrysalis has finally matured."

At the same time, Ronan, who was dodging outside, suddenly stopped his escape.

At this moment, his eyes were strange, and he slowly looked up towards the direction of the Half-Closed Door in the sky.

The next second, countless black rays of light burst forth from his body, one after another, like silkworms spinning silk, wrapping around his entire body layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, Ronan transformed into a black Light Chrysalis of energy several meters tall, standing in the center of the field.

"Um?!"

The broken king's longsword, dripping with rotting flesh and blood, froze silently before the Light Chrysalis. A flash of light appeared in the arena, and Sarlange, carrying the Corpse Accumulation Court on his back, appeared in front of the huge black Light Chrysalis as if by magic.

Sarlange squinted, staring intently at the black Light Chrysalis before him. He could clearly sense Ronan's aura surging within it. Seven dazzling Elemental Spirit Crystal obscured his expression.

After a few breaths, Sarlange's eyes suddenly flashed.

"Snap—"

Forbidden lightning ripped through the sky, and the previously still Monarch Ghost Shadow suddenly slashed at the black Light Chrysalis with his sword.

"Boom!"

The surface of the enormous black Light Chrysalis dented directly, and dense cracks appeared where the longsword had struck it. It flew to one side and crashed heavily to the ground, creating a large crater and kicking up billowing dust.

It could be sensed that as the sword fell, Ronan's aura within the Light Chrysalis also suddenly weakened.

"Making a mystery out of nothing..."

Sarlange's expression returned to calm as he walked step by step toward the spot where the Light Chrysalis had fallen. The Corpse Accumulation Court stretched out beneath his feet in long, decaying staircases of corpses, making him appear like a king who ruled over the Court of Corpses.

"It turns out it was just a secret defensive technique, but isn't it ridiculous that such a defensive method only leads to certain death?"

Sarlange's eyes were cold as he walked down the steps, with the Monarch Ghost Shadow slowly following behind, sword in hand.

The wizards of the Wizard Heart Hall around them also looked on with strange expressions, slowly gathering around like subjects and believers.

"Sagadi"

Sarlange formed a hand seal, expanding his magical domain and emanating wisps of magical energy.

The Monarch Ghost Shadow before him began to raise his longsword. Some mysterious and bizarre, grotesque runes shaped like severed limbs appeared on the sword. Terrifying power rapidly gathered, giving the entire dilapidated sword a touch of splendor.

"The Corpse Accumulation Sword!"

Just as Sarlange was about to unleash the terrifying attack with the Monarch Ghost Shadow, a slender figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Spread out your hands and firmly protect the Light Chrysalis.

"Us."

Hathaway bit her lip hard, blood seeping from it, and said in a strained voice, "I concede. I voluntarily withdraw from this trial."

Sarlange narrowed his eyes, looked coldly at Hathaway in front of him, and shook his head, saying, "You have no right to say that. Let him say it himself to make it count."

After saying that, he coldly uttered, "Get out of here."

The Monarch Ghost Shadow moved slightly, and the leaked power formed a terrifying gust of wind that instantly tore apart the energy field around Hathaway, causing her frail body to tremble.

Hathaway, however, seemed completely oblivious to the intimidation. Her eyes widened, and she sneered, "A piece of trash like you dares to say such things? If it weren't for that damned bastard!"

Hathaway looked up at the Half-Closed Door high in the sky, glaring at it fiercely like a she-wolf, and said, "You should be licking my master's feet right now."

Sarlange's eyes suddenly turned cold, and without warning, the Monarch Ghost Shadow brought his longsword down on Hathaway's head.

Hathaway didn't flinch, but simply opened her arms and giggled. Her long, wavy hair had visibly turned from gold to gray, and even a few wrinkles had appeared on her face. Yet, her lake-green eyes held a hint of madness.

"Soul Burning Curse?!"

Sarlange's eyes flickered slightly, but the movements of the Monarch Ghost Shadow he controlled did not stop at all.

Suddenly, a dazzling light, like a shooting star, shot rapidly from afar, "Bang—"

The Monarch Ghost Shadow Sword swung around, its terrifying power instantly shattering the stream of light!

"Casimodo!"

Sarlange's cold gaze was directed in a certain direction, where an ugly young man with a slightly hunched back and burn marks on his face was taking a deep breath and raising his hand to draw the bowstring taut for the second time.

With a single glance from Sarlange, several Level Five Wizards from the Wizard Heart Hall beside him immediately moved toward the young man with cold smiles, each emanating magical fluctuations.

On the other side, a young man dressed in a robe of Spirit Lake Flame shook his head and led his group of wizards to retreat.

Sarlange turned around, raised his head and met the eyes behind the Half-Closed Door in the sky, seemingly receiving some tacit approval from the other's indifferent gaze.

His eyes shone brightly, and with a gesture of certain destiny, he clasped his hands together.

In an instant, his aura merged with the Corpse Accumulation Court behind him, and his movements synchronized with the Monarch Ghost Shadow in front of him.

The Corpse Accumulation Sword was raised once more.

At this moment, nothing could stop him from unleashing this sword strike!

"Call--"

Sarlange looked down from his high position and slowly slashed out with his sword. The power of the entire Corpse Accumulation Court and the deep ghost realm seemed to be contained in this one sword. Countless energies in the world were pulled up, and the sky above the oasis was as if dyed with ink.

Under the power of this sword strike, even though Hathaway's mental strength was forcibly boosted to several times its original level by chanting the Soul Burning Curse, she was still as weak as a bubble that could burst at the slightest touch.

In an instant, Hathaway's golden hair turned gray, and her scalp, which was plastered haphazardly like withered grass, began to bleed.

The terrifying power of the spell made her frail body sway precariously, like a stalk of wheat that could be uprooted at any moment in a raging storm, yet she gritted her teeth and tried her best to spread her arms to protect the black Light Chrysalis behind her.

Just as Hathaway was about to be torn to pieces by this sword, a long bloody gash was even cut into her wrinkled brow.

Just then, they heard...

A series of "click-clack" sounds.

A sound like a cocoon breaking free.

A hand reached out from behind Hathaway and gently pressed down on the crimson, broken, Corpse Accumulation Sword.

Hathaway was stunned.

Then, a radiant smile, as beautiful as a blooming flower, appeared on her face, which looked more than twenty years older and covered in bloodstains.

"Master~"

"Buzz—"

A strange fluctuation quickly spread throughout the entire area, instantly calming the previously turbulent battlefield and bringing it to a standstill.

All eyes turned to one point, and Sarlange was still in a sword-drawing stance, also froze, staring blankly, as if he had seen some indescribable, strange scene.

——

The black Light Chrysalis had shattered and disappeared at some point.

Where the black Light Chrysalis once stood, now stood a strange figure that defies description.

Every line is perfectly proportioned and upright.

Every inch of skin was stained pure black, with countless blue and purple specks of light floating on top, outlining incredibly complex and exquisite patterns.

An incredibly dense magical aura emanated from the figure.

He seemed to be bathed in a miniature, slowly flowing, dazzling nebula, exuding an indescribable mysterious and beautiful aura.

When a pair of wings, resembling butterfly wings or miniature nebulae, unfurl behind it, the magnificent, vast, and mysterious beauty instantly reaches a peak.

"Snap!"

Ronan crushed the Corpse Accumulation Sword in his hand as casually as if it were a cookie.

Then he gently flapped the nebula butterfly wings on his back.

In an instant, it was as if all the free energy particles in the entire oasis were rushing towards him. He became a bottomless black hole, and his aura was released like a vast nebula, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield!

"Secret Chrysalis - Magic Transformation"

"[The Void Hole Butterfly]!"

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