Chapter 437: Chapter 203: [Ronan Damien’s—Hand Snow Country]! (Second release asking for monthly tickets!)_2
The grey clouds surrounding Andriel appeared to be boiling, expanding continuously, almost covering up a small patch of the sky.
The crowd participating in the battle quickly dispersed in all directions, many already rushing towards the remaining few grey stone pillars.
At this stage of the struggle for positions, every seat is exceptionally difficult to fight for, but the battles under the other pillars, no matter how fierce, were still better than being tornted and swatted like flies by Andriel here.
Andriel’s strength was too overwhelming, your average Interdiate Level 3 Stage Wizard stood no chance against him, shattered with a single strike of his spell.
Top-tier inheritance, top-tier strength, coupled with top-tier Talent… all culminated in creating Andriel, a top-tier “Monster”!
“Orian, don’t go!”
In the chaotic scene of fleeing participants, a frantic voice rang out.
But a figure surrounded by five huge dazzling Magic Crystals had already burst forth, cutting through Andriel’s Magic Domain Field like crystal blades, relentlessly approaching Andriel’s position.
The light radiating from the figure grew more intense, the rotation speed of the five Magic Crystals surrounding him also accelerated, yet his forward speed gradually slowed, as if invisible walls in the air were impeding his progress.
“Crack—”
A Magic Crystal shattered, exploding with a boom, the figure broke through the “air wall,” lunging forward a distance.
His actions drew Andriel’s attention, who stopped in his pursuit to kill the fleeing Wizards, turned his head, and looked with interest at this unusual “Reverser.”
“Bang!”
“Bang Bang!”
“Bang!”
The five Magic Crystals surrounding the Reverser burst one after another, his speed of advancent reached an extremity.
However, after the power generated by the self-detonation of the five Magic Crystals was completely exhausted, there was still a distance of nearly five ters between him and Andriel.
At this mont, the figure was utterly unable to advance an inch.
He fell completely into an intangible quagmire, inside Andriel’s Magic Domain Field, besieged by a terrifying oppressive force from all directions like a tsunami, almost incapable of moving.
“I rember you…”
Andriel approached the figure with a smile on his face.
It was a handso young man with blonde hair, a resolute gaze, and a silver tal mask lted on the left side of his face.
“Orian…”
Harvey, at the edge of the battlefield, looked grim, his eyes flickering endlessly.
Beside him, several young Wizards who were also mbers of the Blue Mist Society had complicated expressions on their faces.
They could not bear to see Orian in trouble, yet none of them had the courage or the ability to step forward and rescue him.
“The battle back then allowed you to escape…”
Energy surged around Andriel, green light congealed into skeletal hands, reaching out and grabbing the blonde young man’s throat, slowly lifting him up.
“I never expected… that you would have the courage to challenge again.”
“It’s not a challenge…”
Orian’s voice was strained due to suffocation, but it was eerily calm and firm.
“It’s vengeance.”
The silver tal mask on his face fell off, revealing half of his visage horribly pocked and distorted as if corroded by severe poison.
“That’s even more laughable…”
Andriel shook his head, looking at Orian in front of him, his gaze gradually becoming indifferent and cold.
The skeletal hand “crackled,” Orian’s complexion visibly paled, as if his soul was being rapidly drained away.
At that very mont, a terraced green and silver light interwoven with a ferocious wailing sound tore through the layers of the Field, arriving like lightning.
Andriel caught the chilling intent of murder, his face contorted with ferocity, and he spun around abruptly, a massive green skeletal hand raising in sync with his movent, seizing at the incoming light.
“Boom!”
The interwoven green and silver light were instantly crushed by the skeletal hand.
At the sa ti, a figure covered in silver-white tal, tall and straight, appeared next to Andriel as if teleporting.
Passing by him silently.
Andriel turned abruptly with a look of doubt and confusion, but only caught a glimpse of a pair of cold blue eyes that glanced at him coldly.
Several skeletal hands swiftly coalesced and lunged at the figure, grabbing nothing but air.
Not only that, but the blonde young man who had been in his clutches also vanished along with him.
Andriel’s face quickly turned dark.
…
“Swoosh—”
Two figures suddenly appeared at the edge of the battlefield dominated by Andriel’s Magic Domain Field.
Ronan, wrapped entirely in Titanium except for his eyes, gently released his grip on Orian.
“Ro..nan..”
Orian looked stunned as if he found it unbelievable, both the arrival of Ronan and being rescued from Andriel’s grasp.
Ronan handed the tal mask to Orian, flexing his body gently, the Titanium clashing, emitting a clear and sonorous sound.
“This is too much for you, Orian…”
“What cos next…”
“Leave it to .”
Orian was montarily speechless, staring at the tal mask in his hand, at a loss for words.
But Ronan had already turned his back to him, stepping on the void one step at a ti, heading back in Andriel’s direction.
…
“Whoosh—”
Claire rapidly descended, appearing beside Harvey and the other Blue Mist Society mbers.
“Is that man… Ronan Damien, the Magic Ring Wizard of Silver, just like Orian?”
Harvey and the others had just recovered from their shock at Orian’s sudden rescue, and when they saw Claire appear almost simultaneously, they realized the identity of the person who rescued Orian.
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