Chapter 193: Chapter 111: Dual Magic Domains Stacking, I’ve Been Waiting for This Mont for a Long Ti (Requesting Guaranteed Monthly Ticket!)_2 Chapter 193: Chapter 111: Dual Magic Domains Stacking, I’ve Been Waiting for This Mont for a Long Ti (Requesting Guaranteed Monthly Ticket!)_2 Suddenly, his calm tone beca chillingly cold, as if long-suppressed emotions transford into exploding torrents of icy streams surging forth.
“For this mont, I have waited far too long!”
The mont his words fell, dozens of strands of cold gleaming light suddenly shone amongst the shadows enveloping the Arena.
Dozens of Crescent tal Scythes, charged to their peak, wrapped in rolling black mist, simultaneously erged from the shadows, silently slashing towards the position where Ronan stood, ripping out dozens of long, silvery-white traces in the Void…
“It’s over.”
Not just Travis, but many of the Magic Ring Wizards watching this duel also had the sa thought cross their minds.
So people had already diverted their gaze from the Arena, beginning to gauge the increase in Travis’s power after this battle, pondering the probabilities in a future confrontation…
Yet just as everyone thought the dust had settled, a torrent of imnse spiritual power suddenly descended from the high skies.
The elderly Level 3 Wizard in charge of orchestrating this selection duel for the battle cast a faint glance towards Travis’s stage, a slight shift in his gaze, and the giant silver bat by his side, as if receiving so instruction, opened its mouth toward the direction of the Arena and spat out a vast white Energy Beam, the Rune Formation comprising the Arena, upon being infused with the beam’s energy, was visibly thickening at a rapid pace…
Located within the Rune Formation, Travis’s expression suddenly changed.
He opened his arms wide, unleashing a trendous surge of spiritual power.
But before he could make any move or react, the rapidly contracting shadows on the Arena abruptly stilled, and the boiling black fog seed to solidify.
“Crack—”
The sound of sothing shattering.
The next second.
“Boom!”
Accompanied by a thunderous booming sound, the frozen mass of shadow at the center of the Arena suddenly exploded, with a torrent of snow-white and countless deep blue hues spilling out and covering the sky.
The terrible chill fiercely swept across the energy barrier at the edge of the Arena, stirring up ripple after ripple of shock.
Everyone was montarily stunned, followed by a disbelief as they witnessed—
The large Void Arena, now wrapped in the luminous film of the rune patterns, had starkly transford into a blue and white “Ice Ball.”
Countless frosty Ice Crystals, small and large, hung in the air across every inch of the Arena, while the dozens of Crescent tal Scythes were fixed in mid-air, completely covered and frozen by layers of ice, resembling a sort of special decoration hanging on a wall.
And at the center of this extre chill stood a youth, the “source,” standing quietly.
Surrounded by a plethora of snow and ice, deep blue streams of cold flowed like glacier veins from beneath him, weaving across the entire Arena space like a spider web.
Nurous mystical energies intertwined around the youth, forming two Extraordinary Magic Domain force fields, their presence spreading outwards, lightly lifting the hem of the youth’s Magic Robe.
It instantly penetrated through the luminous film of the Rune Formation, sweeping across the entire Battle Square…
“Swish!”
“Swish, swish!”
At this mont, who knows how many High Ring Wizards, originally sitting comfortably or lazily on their tal seats, suddenly straightened up, uttering in shock and emotion.
“Dual Magic Domains…
Stacking?!”
“Dual Magic Domains Stacking?”
At this mont, all of Travis’s arrogance and composure had completely vanished.
His face turned unsightly as he took a short breath, his eyes quickly darkened, followed by…
a force field of Extraordinary Magic Domain Power, also woven from nurous mystical energies, slowly diffused from within his body, confronting the omnipresent chill with equal presence.
Ronan, however, paid no heed to Travis’s actions.
He just looked at Travis and then calmly said, “I can understand your feelings because, for this mont…
I’ve also waited a long ti.”
Having said that, Ronan’s figure disappeared, soaring up abruptly like an Elegant Ice Dragon.
His silver-gray Magic Robe fluttered in the wind and snow, and Ronan appeared at the sa altitude as Travis.
The silver-white Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel flowed down like water, forming the shape of twin swords in the palm of his hands.
“Burst!”
Travis, with a cold expression, chanted a short syllable, and the dozens of Crescent Scythes frozen by the Ice Frost instantly exploded together, transforming back into countless silver-white tal scales that swiftly returned to his side.
Travis began rapidly chanting spells, his powerful Spiritual Field and Power of Magic Domain spreading outwards, where it passed the ice and snow quickly lted, the chill dispelled…
The Combat Arena, which was almost entirely dominated by frost, started to increntally return under Travis’s control.
As Travis chanted, Ronan also moved.
Holding the twin swords, he walked towards Travis, and the Despair Domain established with the Dual Ice Extraordinary Magic Domain Power as an anchor point underwent Transformation to an elevated form.
The Proficiency level of [Absolute Frost Seal] had already grown a lot from before, and alongside [Cold Ice Veins], with a Proficiency level that was not low either, the elents of despair and extre cold intertwined within the Domain, elevating the degree of chilliness to an unprecedented height.
Everywhere it passed, even the air was frozen into imperceptible particulate form.
The space of the Combat Arena was not vast, with Ronan continually moving forward, the Despair Domain collided fiercely with the force field released by Travis.
The two breaths of energy battled fiercely, compressing distorted shapes into each other in the Void.
And clearly, Ronan’s Dual Magic Domains Stacking Despair Domain was taking the upper hand, the space under Travis’s control being constantly compressed, crumbling bit by bit…
“[Dark Curtain]!
[Shadow Harvest]!”
With Travis’s force field space squeezed to a considerably narrow extent, his spellcasting ca to an end, and black rune patterns alarmingly lit up on one previously pale, cold cheek.
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