Dead Sea Whale Fall, Escape

Countless blue-gold streams of light swept across the sky like Ice Tide, or like an ancient school of fish chasing a whale's shadow, endlessly rushing out.

The melodious sound of ice crystals colliding echoed between heaven and earth, carrying a sense of inexplicable purity and holiness, like the distant Whale Song.

The surging waves of rocks that rose abruptly from the Barren Stone Wilderness Stasis instantly, along with the enormous, Strange Stone Sword and the ponytail- Ponytail Youth wielding it.

Ronan held Formless Authority, his eyes were as bright as the sun, and his frosty hair was flowing freely.

Against the backdrop of a vast, mysterious and exquisite Ice Ring, the nine Elemental Spirit Crystal radiated Deep Azure light, like nine pieces of cold, burning Mystic Ice.

This is the Supreme Pilgrimage of the Primordial Frost, where all elements must bow down and pay homage to this unparalleled majesty.

The group of short-robed wizards who came with the Ponytail Youth were all forced to retreat from the battle. Their faces were filled with shock, and they simply could not believe that such a powerful spell could come from the hands of a Level Five Wizard.

Where the Blue-Gold Streamer passed, everything in the void was frozen, presenting a State of Eternal Freezing.

Energy, light, dust... everything.

Ronan is the only one who can move freely within it.

The enormous Baleen Whale Shadow appeared and disappeared on his body and beneath his feet. Ronan walked forward step by step at an incredible speed, like light and mist.

But before he could get close, a terrifying energy pressure erupted from the Eternal Frozen Seal.

The solidified Black Rock Wave shattered, revealing a dazzling deep yellow that burst forth from within. The Barren Stone Wilderness land rapidly cracked, and the Spirit of the Earth was fully awakening.

"Click-click-click—"

With a loud cracking sound, a huge, Dark Yellow Elemental Humanoid rose up from the ground!

Ten feet, fifty feet, one hundred feet.

Large chunks of Blue-Gold Ice Shards shattered and fell, interrupting the distant Whale Song that echoed through the void, and forcing the Ancient Pilgrimage Ritual to a halt.

Ronan stopped in his tracks, and beneath his Dawn Mask, his eyes, Burning Snow Sun, flickered slightly.

"Using only one-tenth of your strength?"

"I've already said I've changed my mind."

The Ponytail Youth with deep blue eyes hovered on the chest of the fully unleashed Elemental Spirit Avatar, his face cold and slightly ferocious. He looked down at Ronan, his right hand clenching into a fist, and countless rocks on the ground rapidly rose to the surface. The Strange Stone Sword that had been frozen earlier visibly expanded rapidly.

"Boom!"

Ronan could almost hear the sound of the Ink-Colored Rock Wave constantly crashing against the stone sword, and one after another Eerie Black Rune lit up on the stone sword, constantly emanating a terrifying and oppressive aura.

Ronan remained calm, as if he had anticipated this scene.

He leaned forward, like a great bird, and swiftly flew towards the Ponytail Youth. His wide Platinum Magic Robe was pulled high by the wind, fluttering back like a flag.

At this moment, the figure that collided with the Deep Yellow Elemental Spirit Avatar that was over a hundred feet tall was almost completely free from the restraints of the residual power of [[Frost Pilgrimage]]. Only half of its lower body was still frozen, which did not affect the casting of the spell.

As the Ponytail Youth uttered those chilling words, the enormous stone sword held in the hand of the hundred-foot-tall Elemental Spirit Avatar slowly rose, instantly swallowing up most of the light in the Sky Dome, before crashing down heavily towards Ronan!

"Boom! Crack!"

It was as if the spine of some Ancient Massive Demonic Creature was being whipped down from the sky, and large swathes of void were compressed into layers of black folds, which then burst open one after another.

The massive stone sword, shimmering with countless black runes, struck Ronan's fleeing figure in an instant.

"Bang!"

A cluster of platinum-gold light exploded out, transforming into countless fluttering Silver Tassels.

The stone sword freezes in time.

The Ponytail Youth narrowed his eyes, his powerful mental energy, belonging to the Mid-Level Six, sweeping across the void in an attempt to capture the hidden, fleeing figure.

But before he could find his target, a figure appeared before him like a ghost.

It was as if a simple door, outlined in Silver Pen, had appeared out of thin air. The door was pushed open from the inside, and Ronan walked out of it in a calm and unassuming manner.

The Ponytail Youth was not surprised but delighted. His massive Spiritual Force Field suddenly contracted, and the frozen stone sword turned around, thrusting back with incredible speed.

Several forces simultaneously locked the figure that had willingly come to them in.

However, the next second, the Ponytail Youth heard a series of cracking sounds from his joints.

"Click-click-click—"

Ronan was practically within arm's reach, suddenly swelled up, and a strange, viscous, dark red aura emanated from his body from the inside out.

Waves crash against the reefs, Deep Sea Demon Snail hum.

In the blink of an eye, Ronan's height increased to over three meters. His originally loose Platinum Magic Robe was stretched taut, and then quickly slipped off, revealing a terrifying and ferocious body covered in broken bloodstains, with bulging muscles and cast Demon Steel.

"Splash splash splash—"

The Ponytail Youth couldn't see the expression on the face completely obscured by the Dawn Mask; he could only see a pair of bloodshot eyes and thick, dark red hair.

A Vast and Silent Blood Sea spread out from beneath the opponent's feet, with countless Dark Red Blood Threads surging out densely, blooming in a bizarre and dazzling way like poppies.

In an instant, it felt as if some extremely Keen Edge weapon was pressing firmly against the throat of the Ponytail Youth, and he could almost smell the thick, pungent stench of decay and blood.

His scalp tingled, his hair stood on end, and an unprecedented sense of alarm arose from the depths of his heart.

"Jealousy!"

The Ponytail Youth let out a low growl, Lightning Black Markings on both sides of his cheeks suddenly lit up, while two sharp, deep blue beams shot out from his eyes.

The sharp light tore through the void, carrying an indescribable, Terrifying Penetration Intent, and swiftly shot towards the figure in front of him who gave him a strong sense of crisis.

However, the two sharp beams were gently grasped by a ferocious, long hand in the next second.

"Snap—"

Ronan casually crushed the two spells as if they were cookies, then suddenly spread his five fingers, and dense, Dark Red Aspiration Threads wrapped around his palm, seemingly slow but actually fast, and lightly grabbed at the Ponytail Youth's chest.

"Roll!"

The Ponytail Youth roared, his hands forming a hand seal. At that moment, his Purple Leather Armor shone with unparalleled brilliance, displaying a crystal-like luster.

Countless Platinum Rune lit up on the leather armor, forming an Absolutely Strong Defense Force that firmly blocked Ronan's hand and countless Dark Red Threads from entering.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

The two forces collided, sparking countless arcs of light and sparks. The runes on the surface of the Amethyst Leather Armor flickered, but never completely extinguished.

"Die!"

The Ponytail Youth roared with a ferocious expression. At this moment, the giant stone sword he had summoned was finally approaching, and the hundred-foot-tall Elemental Spirit Avatar roared silently as it pressed down.

It pressed down like a massive, heavy landmass, its terrifying power seemingly about to crush everything.

"Hiss--"

Ronan took a deep breath, and a glimmer of blazing white light bloomed in his bloodshot crimson eyes.

In an instant, it was as if an Ancient Giant Whale was rapidly awakening within him, and his already powerful and domineering demonic body suddenly expanded outwards even further.

"Bang bang bang—"

Some Broken Blood Marks clung together, and the knotted muscles twisted into larger and more complex spiral shapes. The Viscous Dead Sea, where the feet were submerged, emitted a desolate and mournful cry like that of a whale fall.

More blood surged forth in an instant.

"Snap! Bang—"

The sound of something being smashed.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and all the flowing energy in the void stopped.

The Ponytail Youth stood there, his hands still in a mudra, his expression blank.

The terrifying, Strange Stone Sword tip had already pierced a spot in the void in front of him, but the figure that had originally been in that position had long since vanished.

He looked down in disbelief and saw that on his left chest, his Exquisite Purple Armor was shattered, the runes were dim, and a huge blood hole running through it was clearly visible.

Behind it, on the chest of the Elemental Spirit Avatar, which was over a hundred feet tall, there was a huge hole running from front to back, with some bloody light remaining on it, hindering the Energy and Rule Repair.

Ronan stood behind the Dharma body, his blood-red hair flying wildly. He calmly turned around, his right hand, held in a slightly raised position, tightly clenching a still-beating, vibrant heart between its five fingers.

"Smack—"

Ronan casually crushed the heart of the Ponytail Youth. The minced flesh mixed with Blood Plasma resembled a unique trophy, slowly falling and merging into the Dead Sea beneath his feet.

Ronan heard the furious and devastating roar of the Ponytail Youth, and his demonic body stretched out, the enormous Baleen Whale Shadow faintly floating in the Bloody Dead Sea.

This was the first time he had combined the power of the [Innocent Body] with the power of the Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline, and the effect was quite good.

The Ancient Mara Body, empowered by the Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline, experienced an instant surge in strength, with its Fifteen-Layered Spiral Palace instantly upgraded to the Eighteen-Layered Spiral Palace. The Power of the Dead Sea that it could leverage using the [Instinctive Grip] also increased many times over in an instant!

"Call--"

Ronan exhaled softly, and large patches of Dark Red Decaying Ice Flowers condensed in the void before him.

The Dead Sea submerging Frost Whale, combined with the other elements, gives Ronan Sense of Ancient Whale Fall.

He seemed to have grasped something, and some strange insights arose in his mind, but before he could ponder them carefully, countless Dark Red Aspiration Threads bloomed from his body again. He calmly fell downwards, his right hand quietly rising to lock onto the head of the Ponytail Youth below.

The unpredictable and powerful Power of the Dead Sea allowed Ronan to almost completely disregard the Wizard Body Elementalization.

This is some kind of terrifying power of rules; even if the body is elementalized, it can still directly annihilate the opponent's life force.

Threads of Dark Red Threads easily pierced through the Elemental Spirit Avatar. Ronan tore through the layers of obstacles in front of him, like an ancient demonic star falling. For the first time, a look of shock appeared on the Ponytail Youth's face, which seemed to be mixed with a trace of imperceptible fear.

He swung the Strange Stone Sword in his hand with force, and waves of rock surged upwards. Ronan's five fingers contracted, and strands of Dark Red Threads condensed in his palm to form the shape of a weapon.

Before it could take shape, a Heart-Pounding Black Light suddenly pierced through the layers of space and arrived in an instant.

"Bang!"

Driven by his fighting instincts, Ronan threw a backhand punch, and a terrifying black light exploded in front of him.

"Boom!"

Ronan's figure was thrown backward by the terrifying aftershock of energy. Before he could regain his footing, several strange black lights that rapidly enlarged appeared in his field of vision.

"The Ancient Wizard Revival Society?!"

Ronan sensed the unique aura of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, aura Intent of Chaos and Madness.

Before anyone could think, countless dark red strands of Spirit Force suddenly contracted, and then rapidly bloomed again!

[The [Demon God Dead Sea Grief Cry]]!

"Boom! Boom!"

Amid a series of terrifying explosions, the enormous, Strange Stone Sword slashed down, cutting straight through a murky wave of air.

Ronan suddenly appeared somewhere several kilometers away from the battle.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were slightly narrowed. Several coin-sized piercing wounds had appeared on his ferocious and powerful Mara Body, and blood was flowing out of the wounds.

Ronan flicked the blood off his fingertips expressionlessly, his gaze sweeping across the battle, locking onto a figure strolling towards them.

He was a young man with gray-gold hair and a deathly pale face. There was an Eye-like Eerie Mark. He was wearing a strangely designed suit of Flesh Armor that looked like it had countless blood vessels constantly writhing.

The youthful demeanor and appearance gave Ronan a strange sense of familiarity.

He held a Bone Rune Longbow in his hand, and his body exuded a powerful aura that surpassed that of the Ponytail Youth.

Behind the youth, it seemed that a figure was slowly emerging.

The young man's eyes were vacant, giving him the appearance of a walking corpse. His mental focus remained locked on Ronan, and he was already preparing to draw his bow for the next round.

Ronan gave him a deep look, ignoring the furious growl of the Ponytail Youth beside him, and with a flicker of his body, he transformed into a streak of Bloody Streamer and quickly disappeared from the spot.

"Boom!"

The enormous, Strange Stone Sword transformed into Arrow Form, chasing after the fleeing blood-red light and leaving a deep, dark arrow mark in the sky.

The Ponytail Youth stared intently in the direction where Ronan had disappeared, his chest heaving violently, his face ashen.

"How could he still get away like that! A bunch of useless trash."