The dark silver giant tailless dragon behind roared, spread its wings, and pursued.
Ronan seed not to notice, his figure silently stopping before the soul plate.
He quickly placed his hand on the soul plate, grasping the edge of the spinning surface. Instantly, a searing pain like grabbing a red-hot iron spread from the depths of his soul, quickly threatening to engulf his entire body.
"Hoo—"
The fierce wind stirred by the dragon’s wings whipped Ronan’s long hair, making his magic robe flap noisily.
He seed unaware, his eyes solely fixed on the soul plate in his hands.
"Just this once, Ewaqu!"
"I can only strive for this one chance for you to restart. If it fails..."
"Then I’ll have to say sorry."
Saying this, Ronan gritted his teeth and exerted force with his hands, relentlessly turning the soul plate amidst the soul-burning-like pain.
At that mont, the dark silver giant tailless dragon reached close, casting a massive shadow, extending a terrifying claw fiercely toward Ronan...
"Boom!"
The colossal dragon folded its wings and landed heavily on the ground.
The huge stone statue square shook violently, invisible pressure spread, stirring up rolling air waves.
Everything seed to have ended.
The scurrying ants were crushed by the dragon, bones and flesh turned to dregs, smoke dispersed.
The dark silver dragon without a tail squinted slightly, satisfied gleams flitting through its dark yellow dragon eyes.
Though a bit of effort was spent, the result was good.
It didn’t rush to lift its paw. The control over the power of that strike was precise, ideally just enough to crush the puny human insect without damaging the husk it needed.
"Bahafus.."
The tailless dark silver dragon uttered in a low, slippery voice tinged with evil.
It raised its head, gazing at the large, silent and majestic dragon statue not far away.
"This was your opportunity to give up, don’t say I snatched it..."
"This endless ti, trapped in this damned place, I’ve long been thoroughly weary of it..."
The dark silver dragon’s eyes swept across the rest of the statues in the field, a mocking curve forming at the corner of its mouth.
"You all...just stay here, waiting to slowly decay and die..."
The dark silver dragon let out a low roar, like so sort of triumphant declaration, and around it, the statues remained silent, giving no response.
It didn’t mind, just continued speaking to itself, years of suppressed emotion being released at this mont.
However, before it finished its lengthy diatribe, it seed to sense sothing, and its deep dragon voice paused.
The dark silver dragon lowered its head, indifferently pressing its claw down on the ground.
But soon its brow furrowed again, unable to resist applying more force.
Yet half a breath later, its indifferent expression broke, a trace of astonishnt flowing from its dragon eyes.
Astonishnt gradually turned to shock, and finally even transford into disbelief.
It watched, as its heavy, massive claw seed to be lifted by an invisible power, rising upward, irrepressibly!
"Impossible...petty...ant!"
"Lie down obediently for !"
The dark silver dragon uttered an enraged growl, as if its dignity was subject to an intolerable provocation, spreading its wings, its magnificent scales undulating like waves, just about to lift its claw and slam down fiercely...
This act completely released the power under its palm.
"Boom!"
A terrifying force surged like ten thousand volcanoes erupting simultaneously, directly flipping the dark silver dragon over!
"Hoo—"
In the vast stone statue square, a sudden gale rose.
An indescribable grand pressure ascending like rolling smoke.
Black.
Black dense fog wafted out, instantly spreading.
This mist deep and mysterious, like an infinitely tranquil sea.
"Woo—"
In a daze, it seed there were tides lapping against the coast, and the sound of countless snails’ murmurs erged from the dark mist.
The next mont, the rolling dark mist parted to both sides, revealing a figure within.
This figure crouched on the ground in a half-kneeling position, arms wrapped around the chest, head bowed, as if guarding sothing firmly.
Long hair, blacker and more intense than the night, cascaded down his back like a waterfall, each strand’s tip flickering with minute, black flas.
"Crack, crack, crack---"
Among the sound reminiscent of ancient gears turning anew, the black-haired figure slowly stood up from the ground.
The body enveloped and shrouded by the dense dark mist was fully revealed.
This was a form of great demonic majesty beyond words.
Over three ters tall, proportions exceeding those of ordinary humanoid races, each muscle as if forged from demon iron dredged from the deep sea.
Ink-colored runes sketched fla-like and vine-like patterns on his body, on the chest, a whirlpool-like thread ford by tightly knotted muscles...
"Hah---"
Ronan exhaled lightly, spewing visible hot white breath from his mouth, reminiscent of the long breath of an ancient beast.
The dense black mist surged around him, carrying a certain terrifying deterrence.
At this mont, Ronan felt he was more like a legendary dragon species than the dark silver giant dragon before him...
[One Layered Shell Palace]!
Indeed, Ronan’s attempt proved imnsely successful.
At this mont, the Vital Light Ball within him was continuously injected into the "Blue Snail," while countless transparent tubes extended from the "Blue Snail," connecting every corner of his body, delivering life energy, compressed through complex processes, to every part of the physique.
Thus... achieving the transformation effect apparent now!
Ronan looked down at his elongated, sinister hands, covered in black patterns, feeling utterly satisfied with his current state.
[Pure Body] undergone reinforcent through [One Layered Shell Palace], transforming the "Advanced" level [Ancient Power] rune into a strength he could perfectly control.
This power was so mysterious he couldn’t describe it, yet it exceeded his expected comprehension.
"In my current state, using ’Complete Giant Demonization’ seems rather inappropriate..."
"Why not call it..."
Ronan casually thought of a na, "[Ancient Mara’s Body]."
Corresponding with [Ancient Power] and [One Layered Shell Palace].
After naming, Ronan stepped forward, protecting Ewaqu’s soul plate behind him.
Then looking up at the dark silver giant dragon not far ahead with brooding eyes, twisted his neck, emitting a clear bone-cracking sound.
"Just right..."
Ronan grinned, revealing a mouthful of sinister snow-white teeth.
He fixed the gaze of a hunter stalking prey on the dark silver tailless giant dragon, with a strong radiance bursting forth from his eyes.
"I’ll take you, this legendary dragon... to test my hand!"
Having spoken.
Ronan licked his lips, and in the next second, his figure abruptly vanished from the spot.
When he appeared again, he had already leapt high, shoulders and arms spread wide, in a wildly domineering stance, delivering a ferocious punch down onto the head of the dark silver tailless giant dragon.
Instantly, the black flas entwining his body all jumped alive, and the surging black mist surrounding him pooled towards his fist like a flowing stream.
The square resounded with the unique sound of waves smashing against rocks, as the flas and vine-like black patterns growing on Ronan’s body appeared alive.
Centered on Ronan’s fist, dense black ripples and wrinkles suddenly ford in the void, countless black arcs interwoven, coalescing into enormous lightning shaped like axe and knife, with forbidden aura surging out like a torrent!
"Roar!"
The low dragon roar shook the surroundings, the dark silver tailless giant dragon angrily raised its head, lifting its massive claw high.
Man and dragon, the tiniest fist and the enormous silver dragon claw collided together without flair...
"Boom!"
The entire void seed to beco a taut drum surface struck hard.
"Dong!"
A terrifying pressure erupted from the collision of pure physical might, and with the boundless airwave that followed, the tranquility of this ancient square was finally shattered entirely...
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Ran late, this Chapter counts as yesterday’s, there’s still one more Chapter today.
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