Dead Sea Frost Condensation, Primordial Whale Fall

Ronan looked up, his bloodshot eyes seeing the scene as if through a blood-soaked veil.

He saw several figures vaguely emerge from behind the woman with the gray braids.

The two leaders were only Level Five Wizard, while the wizards following behind them were all level six.

Among them was Garcia Alba, with vacant eyes and wearing Flesh Armor.

"Lindis"

Ronan recognized one of them and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The other level-five figure standing beside Lindis was much stronger than him. His entire body was concealed in a wide gray robe, with only a pair of deep, mithril-silver eyes visible.

Ronan felt a slight familiarity with those eyes, but for a moment he couldn't place them.

"I never expected it to be you."

Lindis slowly stopped at the edge of the Space Sealing Magic Array, looking at Ronan with an expression of amazement, and said, "The inconspicuous little insect from the south, and the Golden Dawn of the Pendulum of Fate, are actually the same person. Who would have thought?"

If I had known, I should have focused more of my energy on you.

During the Talent Competition the Southern Helamus Prodigies, Lindis had already noticed Ronan's existence, but at that time, Ronan was far inferior to Moriel, who possessed the Phoenix Bloodline, and Serena, who inherited a set of Life Armor, in his mind.

Lindis looked at Garcia stood to the side like a shadow, with a face full of regret.

"Nine Star Elemental Spirit, a mere little wizard who came from such a barren little place..."

You have more secrets than I imagined.

Lindis sighed with deep emotion, but the next second, a smile bloomed on his face again.

"Fine."

He looked at Ronan, a hint of fervor in his eyes, "It's not too late to know now."

Lindis gently raised his hand, and Garcia and several Level Six Wizard behind him dispersed like ghosts, silently stepping into the area of the spatial blockade.

But before Lindis could give the order to act, their actions were interrupted by the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against solid stone.

"Nobody should lay a hand on me."

The Platinum Dagger left two deep marks on the ancient stone platform, and the gray-braided woman slowly stood up from the ground.

She stared intently at Ronan with eyes like a hunter eyeing its prey, gently licked her lips, and said, word by word, "He's mine."

After saying that, the woman let out a short, sharp whistle, and her whole body suddenly disappeared from the spot like violently turbulent water, leaving behind a long, white-gold afterimage, and rushed straight towards Ronan.

Lindis frowned slightly and subconsciously looked at the gray-robed man beside him.

The latter paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Let Cersei be for now."

"All right."

Lindis casually shrugged. "Since none of you are in a hurry... then so be it."

"Waaah—"

The Blue Snail in the Eighteen-Layered Spiral Palace trembled slightly, and surging vitality, mixed with blood, made the sound of surging tides and the chirping of conch shells resonate in every vein of Ronan's body.

Ronan unfurled his demonic form, and the vast Dead Sea spread out to both sides, firmly protecting Moriel behind him.

Countless Dark Red Aspiration Threads, like blooming red spider lilies, surged rapidly into the sky.

The gray-braided woman, who had transformed into a platinum afterimage, darted through the air like lightning, with twisted golden arcs of light shooting out from her body.

The Dark Red Aspiration Threads touched the arc of light, producing a crisp sound of metal colliding rapidly.

The two annihilated each other, and both the red threads of Spirit Force and the platinum arc seemed to be endless.

Ronan channeled the Power of the Dead Sea to condense his Spirit Force and resist the overwhelming magical pressure. He then separated a strand of his spiritual power to envelop Moriel and silently and swiftly rushed to the side.

At this moment, his real purpose was to take Moriel away from here.

"Trying to escape?"

The gray-braided woman, who was darting through the air, immediately noticed his intention and seemed to laugh with disdain.

Immediately following, the platinum arcs that collided with the strands of Spirit Force suddenly converged in one place, condensing into a twisted platinum lightning bolt that shot straight toward Ronan.

"Hiss--"

Ronan took a deep breath, his feet never stopping, but a dazzling light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

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

The tranquil Dead Sea was suddenly engulfed by massive waves, beneath which lay countless skeletons, as if countless ancient, lonely souls were weeping and wailing at that moment.

In an instant, the countless blood vessels surrounding his body tensed up, trembling and emitting strange and eerie fluctuations.

Mixed with the sound waves of mournful cries, a blood-red glow swept across the battlefield, and the void of the entire battlefield seemed to blur violently for a moment.

The twisted platinum lightning above her head instantly dissipated, revealing the gray-braided woman's figure, as if she had frozen in place for a moment.

But in just a moment, she broke free, letting out a shriek.

On the surface of the light brown skin, black runes appeared, more platinum light surged out, and a large amount of free energy gathered towards it.

In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a slender, platinum-gold spirit, the Platinum Dagger she held in her hands seemingly enlarging as well. With a gentle, intersecting slash, she sliced through all the blood and Spirit Force along the way.

This is her Elemental Spirit Avatar.

It was only condensed to a height of a little over four meters, similar to Ronan in his Ancient Mara Body.

Ronan released Moriel, a blood-red glint flashing in his eyes, and with a "boom," he charged forward to meet her.

"Bang!"

Like two blazing meteors colliding, a wave of flames, a mixture of blood-red and platinum light, exploded instantly.

The gray-braided woman's Elemental Spirit Avatar, condensed to over four meters tall, was woven with dense energy and Rule Veins, its strength almost comparable to Ronan's demonic body.

She moved with frenzied speed, her hands wielding rune-inscribed daggers slashing at an unbelievable frequency, unleashing countless arcs of light with each strike. These arcs seemed to converge at a single point, coalescing into twisted, chilling platinum threads.

This secret technique, which involves continuously stacking the same type of magical attacks and constantly pushing the limits of their power, felt strangely familiar to Ronan.

Several figures flashed through his mind in an instant, and he blurted them out subconsciously.

"Lidexin!"

"Are you also a son of the White Wizard King?"

Under the cover of his Elemental Spirit Avatar, Ronan seemed to see the gray-braided woman give a cruel smile.

Her disdainful voice emanated from within her Dharma body.

Don't compare me to that loser. If I were him...

The Platinum Spirit Body slashed forward with both hands in a showy manner, and countless twisted platinum threads formed a dazzling dagger flower in front of Ronan.

"You had no chance of getting here alive!"

Ronan sensed danger and stepped back, his right hand clenching loosely.

Countless Dark Red Aspiration Threads swiftly wove together between his five fingers, coalescing into an ancient and Keen Edge spear.

The spear thrust directly at the heart of the platinum dagger flower, accompanied by the sharp, piercing sound of countless strands of Spirit Force vibrating simultaneously, and an invisible and terrifying penetrating force instantly emerged.

"Bang!"

The Platinum Spirit Body trembled slightly and let out a short, muffled groan.

Ronan retreated continuously amidst the layers of exploding platinum arcs of light. When the terrifying superimposed power completely dissipated, only half of the Spirit Force remained in his hand.

Ronan's chest and face bore numerous small, dense cuts.

He expressionlessly wiped away the blood seeping from his cheek. With a slight thought, several stone boxes containing the Holy Shrine Power opened simultaneously within the Mist Space of the Mirror of Emptiness.

Several Holy Shrine Power traversed the space, gently adhering to Ronan's body like layers of mysterious veils.

The secrets of the Power of the Dead Sea, [The Innocent Body], seem to require sound to unlock.

But Ronan never really got around to exploring it properly.

The gray-braided woman was superior to Lidexin, who was at the Mid-Level Six, in both strength and mastery of the White Wizard King's bloodline power and skills. She certainly had the right to belittle Lidexin.

Defense, speed, and strength—the powers of the three Holy Shrine are simultaneously bestowed upon him.

This was an experience Ronan had never had before.

In an instant, it felt as if I had been reborn.

"Click-click-click—"

The "Innocent Body" seems to be the best vessel to bear the Holy Shrine Power. With the three Holy Shrine Power activated at the same time, the patterns on Ronan's demonic body, which resembled broken bloodstains, showed signs of piecing together and merging.

"Call--"

He exhaled softly, and the bloodlust in his eyes seemed to darken and intensify, while the sound of the conch shell humming seemed to become more distant.

Especially with the Strength Holy Shrine being used for the first time, combined with the original power of the Innocent Body, an even more powerful and imposing Power of the Dead Sea was drawn up, giving him the illusion that he was faintly touching the third layer of the Power of the Dead Sea.

Silently, the void where Ronan stood collapsed and caved in.

His figure disappeared, and then everyone present heard a huge buzzing sound as if the air was being torn apart.

If Ronan was like a meteorite burning with raging blood flames before, then now all his power has become profound and restrained, becoming more powerful and suppressed.

Almost no one could catch a glimpse of Ronan.

He disappeared, and then reappeared.

Not far away, the Platinum Spirit Body of the gray-braided woman staggered backward, a noticeable dent in her chest from which fine, chaotic platinum lightning bolts shot outward.

"Walk."

Ronan didn't even glance at the gray-braided woman he had forcibly repelled, grabbed Moriel, and charged straight to the other side.

Just as they were about to break through the sealing array, the surrounding space seemed to become viscous.

Ronan's speed inexplicably slowed down. He frowned and saw Garcia, with empty eyes and holding White Bone Greatbow, silently blocking his way.

"Get out of the way! No one is allowed to lay a hand on me!"

A piercing scream came from behind.

This was followed by an unprecedentedly strong magical fluctuation, which instantly condensed into shape.

"[Divine Punishment Extermination]!"

With a voice filled with rage and madness, a terrifying power locked Ronan's body firmly in place.

Garcia, his expression blank, raised his hand to draw his bow, and a mysterious black light gathered on his arrow.

The viscous feeling of the surrounding space remained, which even the Holy Shrine Power could not shake off.

Ronan frowned, looked down at Moriel's pale and helpless face, and after a moment's hesitation, could only release her to the side before turning around with a cold expression to face her again.

The woman with gray braids returned, her two daggers drawing an ancient, decree-like platinum pattern in the air.

Her mental energy was locked onto Ronan, and the two daggers in her hands suddenly flew out of her grasp, [Penetration] the platinum decree in front of her, and flew towards Ronan like a meteor.

"People who grow up like weeds always bring unexpected surprises."

Lindis appeared silently beside Garcia, staring at Ronan's figure in the battle, and slowly tied a crystal-clear hair to the tip of Garcia's arrow.

"Don't miss."

I don't have many of these left.

Lindis gently patted Garcia's shoulder, and a glimmer of light seemed to slowly appear in the latter's empty eyes.

Slowly, a towering figure with blood-red hair appeared in the reflection.

As the figure gradually became clearer, at a certain moment, a brilliant light burst forth from Garcia's unfocused pupils!

On the White Bone Greatbow, countless black worm-like runes lit up simultaneously, and arrows tied with crystalline hair shot out, blooming like streams of light before vanishing in an instant.

Almost simultaneously, a figure in the distant battle group trembled, and his originally vigorous momentum quickly declined.

"Well done."

Lindis clapped his hands with a smile.

With a single glance, he conveyed the message to both sides, and the Level Six Wizard clad in black robes immediately and silently moved forward with Garcia.

"We don't have much time to waste."

Lindis glanced at the three level-seven battle groups in the distance, then turned back to the gray-robed man beside him and said calmly, "Her game can only end here."

"I will reassure her."

The man in the gray robe nodded.

"Only you can calm her down."

Lindis said helplessly, "In this respect, even the White Wizard King is no match for you."

The gray-robed man remained silent, simply watching the battle unfold before him. His sapphire-silver eyes seemed to be shrouded in silver mist, as if he were deep in thought.

"Crackling and popping—"

Countless Dark Red Aspiration Threads surged toward one point, and Ronan clenched his hands as if embracing a ball of platinum lightning that could explode at any moment.

The Dead Sea churned and roared silently beneath his feet.

When the sphere formed from countless platinum arcs of light completely [Annihilation], Ronan's arms hung down, and blood seeped from the numerous cuts on his chest and arms, forming streams that slowly flowed down his body and gradually merged into the Dead Sea beneath his feet.

With a blank expression, he reached out and grabbed a bone arrow stuck in his left shoulder, pulling it out forcefully.

The bone arrow shattered into dust the moment he touched it, but the strange power attached to the arrow still lingered in his body.

It was a mysterious and strange curse power, seemingly specifically targeting the Holy Shrine Power.

It had almost no effect on Ronan himself, but it directly dissipated the Holy Shrine Power on his body, and even the Healing Holy Shrine lost its effect on him.

He was back to square one.

It's even worse than before.

The gray-braided woman in her Elemental Spirit Avatar form walked coldly toward him, her eyes fixed on Ronan's sides like knives.

"Cersei!"

At that moment, someone called her name. Her eyes flickered, and the rage and madness in them seemed to slowly subside.

The Level Six Wizard brought by Lindis officially joined the battlefield.

Including the gray-braided woman named Cersei, several level-six mental pressures landed heavily on Ronan, bringing terrifying pressure as if countless mountains were crushing him at the same time.

Ronan stretched out his body as much as possible to protect Moriel, who was pressed tightly against him.

"Ronan... Ronan"

Moriel looked up at him, her lips trembling, her expression pained as if she wanted to say something to him.

Ronan, however, did not give her a chance to continue.

"Rest assured."

Ronan looked up, glanced around, and said calmly, "You and I certainly won't die at the hands of these people."

He had considered taking Moriel into the Mist Space, but the process was easily interrupted and would expose the secrets of the Mirror of Emptiness.

"I don't know what you're insisting on?"

Lindis shouted at him from outside the sealing array, his face full of sincerity.

"We don't have to be enemies."

Do you get me?"

Lindis spread his arms and greeted him with a bright smile.

Ronan glanced at Lindis, then calmly looked away.

What a pity.

Lindis sighed regretfully, shook his head, and snapped his fingers.

The next instant, the arrow shot from Garcia 'White Bone Greatbow officially signaled the start of the second round of battle.

"Boom!"

The dense, almost tangible beam of platinum runes reached Ronan almost instantly.

The woman with the gray braids remained the most valiant and fierce.

Ronan stretched out his demonic body, and the Dead Sea formed a blood-red vortex beneath his feet. Countless Dark Red Aspiration Threads surrounded him, constantly dancing and trembling.

An invisible force rose up, firmly resisting Garcia's curse arrows and the gray-braided woman's platinum pillar of light.

He closed his eyes, his entire being becoming blurred amidst the turbulent blood-red light and wispy mist.

A blue-gold mark quietly shone between his brows.

As more magical attacks rained down, the Dark Red Aspiration Threads protecting Ronan could not withstand the terrifying and immense pressure and snapped one by one.

It was as if something was slowly awakening within Ronan's body.

Before he knew it, the vortex beneath his feet stopped.

This includes the surrounding strands of spiritual Spirit Force, the scattered blood-red light, and his slightly raised long hair.

Ronan seemed to have entered a state of complete Stasis, as if everything was being quietly frozen by another force.

"[Divine Punishment Extermination]!"

The gray-braided woman pounced like a leopard, her platinum daggers now bearing twisted black patterns, emitting a terrifying light as they pointed directly at Ronan's brow.

At that moment, Ronan opened his eyes.

In his bloodshot eyes, the crimson light now condensed into the shape of exquisite snowflakes.

His already imposing demonic body swelled and grew even taller at this moment.

The sound of bones growing together is like the sound of ice breaking.

"Waaah—"

The Stasis around him was broken, and the roaring sound echoed once more from the whirlpool of the Dead Sea.

But if you listen carefully, you'll find that this time it seems a little different.

That sounded no longer like the cries of countless lost souls, but rather came from a whale.

The ancient and distant lament of a whale.

The next second, the frozen Dead Sea below suddenly broke open, and an enormous whale skeleton emerged from the water.

The countless Dark Red Aspiration Threads surrounding his body all disappeared into Ronan's body, like countless exposed blood vessels, instantly making his body appear incomparably majestic and imposing.

Ronan took a deep breath and lunged forward alongside the decaying whale carcass.

In an instant, an indescribable, vast, and terrifying power, capable of freezing everything and bringing an end to all things, was suddenly released from his outstretched fingers.

It swept through the obstacles with unstoppable force, until it grabbed the four-meter-tall Platinum Spirit Body by the neck.

Large patches of dark red frost, resembling rotten mold, rapidly spread across the body of the Dharma, and Ronan exerted force with his other hand.

"Tear—"

He forcibly tore the countless Elemental Spirit Avatar woven from dense energy and rules in half.

A scream suddenly rang out, and an arm flew off, accompanied by a spray of crimson blood.

Ronan stood atop the massive whale carcass, coldly looking down.

Inside the collapsed Elemental Spirit Avatar, the gray-braided woman, her face deathly pale, was tightly clutching the wound on her severed arm, retreating in disbelief and panic.

This is Ronan's second attempt to fuse the Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline with the Innocent Body, and this time, the effect seems to be more significant than the last.

"Dead Sea Frost Condensation, Primordial Whale Fall."

Ronan looked around, his gaze finally settling on Lindis was standing outside the sealing array.

He took a step forward, heading straight in the direction of Lindis, ignoring everything around him.

"Let's start with you."

Wherever Ronan went, the Dead Sea swelled, and large patches of blood-red frost, like rotting mold, formed along the way, accompanied by the ancient cries of whales.