However, his state was not good, his face pale, the wound on his chest pierced by the Golden Touch still present, yet his eyes were fixed intently on Ronan.
Ronan’s gaze turned cold, extending his five fingers to pluck the invisible strings of a spell in the void. However, before he could release his spell, a strong energy wave made him involuntarily turn to look back.
He saw the runic light screen lifted by the Silver Falcon in the distance had fully ford at this mont.
Under the dim sky, endless free energy particles gathered, causing even the rampaging winds and lightning to dissipate... Finally, six dazzling light points, a thousand tis more brilliant than diamonds, converged in the sky.
Scarlet beams crisscrossed between the six light points, forming the hexagram formation.
An indescribable nacing power descended like a waterfall from this unparalleled giant hexagram, spreading out as if the sky and sea were collapsing.
Ronan felt countless needle-like stings, his exposed skin seed to be repeatedly sanded by an invisible sandpaper from the void.
Ronan had witnessed the might of a Level 5 Wizard before; according to Alazan, this should only be a projection of a primordial spirit avatar.
Yet the feeling it gave Ronan was more terrifying than the true form of a Level 5 Wizard he encountered during the contest for the Genius Title.
Ronan took a deep breath and, while the terrifying hexagram formation was not yet fully ford, quickly flew into the distance.
However, not even half a breath had passed before Alazan’s voice already reached his ears.
"Watch out!"
A strong sense of warning arose from his heart, and Ronan instinctively turned aside, the titanium tal that had not yet dispersed around him transford into eagle wings to protect him...
At this mont, ti seed to slow down countless tis.
Ronan watched helplessly as a substantial black column of light energy nearly brushed past his nose. The golden eagle wing on that side, swept by the column, made no sound, as if evaporated, vanished without a trace.
He could clearly hear the "thump thump" of his heart racing, and at the edge of his vision was Lumian’s triumphant, sinister, and joyfully laughing face.
His mouth opened and closed, seemingly saying to Ronan, "Escape? Do you think you can escape?"
"Phew——"
Ronan exhaled a breath of turbid air and the slowed ti flow returned to normal. His spiritual power spread completely, his form flickered repeatedly in the void, dodging continuously.
In the sky, black columns of energy rained down; the large hexagram in the distance rotated slowly. There was a vacuum between it and Ronan, and the wildly descending columns of energy seed to drop directly onto Ronan’s head.
"Space magic fluctuation..."
During Ronan’s dodging, he captured the thick space magic fluctuations around, understanding why the hexagram’s offensive ca so swiftly and unexpectedly.
He gritted his teeth, continuing his nearly maximum limit dodging.
Each of those energy beams shooting towards him was comparable to his full-force casting, possessing terrifying power within the realm of forbidden spells.
A nearly invisible layer of faint golden light covered his body, it was Alazan’s soul power, constantly correcting Ronan’s extre dodging movents, helping him avoid the energy beams.
This should be quite strenuous for him.
Ronan could occasionally hear Alazan’s heavy breathing.
Finally, the storm-like offensive abruptly stopped, the dazzling hexagram formation under the dim distant sky ceased its rotation, as if accumulating strength for the next wave of attack.
Ronan halted, his body almost completely drenched in sweat, shoulders slightly rising and falling, breathing deep and even.
In those few short breaths, constantly brushing past severe injury or death nearly a hundred tis, such pressure was not sothing ordinary people could bear.
"You actually... are unhard?!"
Not far away, Lumian, who had witnessed everything from start to finish, widened his eyes, looking incredulously at Ronan, who was completely intact, then the next second, his expression turned hideous, gritting his teeth.
"Next ti, next ti you won’t have such luck!"
"If you are willing to hand over the inheritance now...." Cooper’s voice ca from afar, but Ronan ignored it.
His eyes were fixed on the large hexagram formation under the distant sky that had started rotating again.
His gaze calm, he took a deep breath, and then....
"[One Layered Shell Palace]!"
"Buzz——"
In an instant, all the sweat on his body evaporated, his hair flying up like a waterfall, then turning strand by strand into a jet-black color.
Fragnts of black flas and light arcs surged, "katcha katcha——," as Ronan’s figure soared, accompanied by an indescribable nacing power erging, he had already entered the "Ancient Mara’s Body" state.
"Swoosh——"
The void above his head rippled bizarrely, as the first energy beam descended.
Ronan’s form suddenly vanished, reappearing, he was already near Lumian.
His ghost-like appearance caught Lumian off guard, his pupils suddenly contracted, instinctively wanting to retreat.
Ronan raised his hand, the black aura surrounding him swept over, wrapping around Lumian’s body like tentacles, then moved aside....
"Boom!"
A column of energy followed tightly, brushing past his body and engulfing Lumian entirely.
Ronan calmly grabbed a flying severed finger, removed several exquisite gem rings from it, then his five fingers clenched into a claw, pulling out a nearly half-illusory soul body erging from the void, casually tucking it into the square-cornered Cow Bell he had prepared beforehand.
The sound of large chewing and Lumian’s heart-wrenching screams were stifled into silence within the space ring along with the Cow Bell being retracted.
All of Ronan’s actions were as skillful as if he had rehearsed them countless tis in his mind.
Only then did he turn around, folding his arms, extending the rolling black aura around him fiercely against the energy beams arriving near...
"Boom——Boom——"
Each energy beam collided with a spiral-shaped black light screen, and exploded instantly, setting off a surging wave of energy that engulfed a certain figure behind the shield.
Cooper couldn’t help but take a couple of steps forward, eyes fixed intently on the explosion’s location, his mind not yet fully recovered from the shock of Lumian’s sudden fall.
Cooper found it difficult to describe his complex emotions at this mont.
From initial contempt and disdain, to having a plan fail but still feeling confident, to shock and disbelief....
This fledgling Level 3 Wizard who had co from the south, in such a short ti, had astonished and impacted him over and over again.
This should have been an effortless operation, but developnts had completely strayed from his original expectations and control.
Even Lumian who ca along had fallen.
If not for the backup left by that person, he might have followed in Lumian’s footsteps.
Cooper now just wanted to see the boy from the south completely and utterly dead before his eyes.
He only wanted to see this result.
He knew Franco’s disposition, Franco would never allow a prodigy displaying talent and potential in all aspects superior to his to stay by his side.
Therefore, this guy had only death as the path to take!
As Cooper’s thoughts raced, suddenly, he felt the sky above rapidly dimming.
He instinctively looked up, startled to find that the sky within a span of dozens of miles around had entered an exceedingly eerie state of calmness.
The turbulence stirred up by the Elental Spirit Projection Array, the raging winds and currents... everything vanished completely.
All the energy in the void flowed toward one direction.
Following the direction of the energy flow, Cooper’s gaze quickly lowered, finally landing on one spot, instantly his pupils shrank, and his heart seed to stop montarily, a trendous and indescribable creeps grew like vines from the depths of his heart, spreading throughout his body in an instant.
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