Although the majority of Ancient Yinduo Spirits are low-level, when too many Sound Spirits are crowded together, their instincts drive them to fuse and devour each other, like two drops of water sticking together, forming a larger and fuller droplet.
The air is filled with chaotic and twisted sound waves, like countless beasts roaring in one’s ears, or like a poorly skilled orchestra playing haphazardly, buzzing and making one feel agitated.
In places where only Sigel can observe, he sees several massive energy clusters endlessly swelling, from which faint black lights erge, exuding a sense of unease, as they are nurturing higher-level Ancient Yinduo Sound Spirit monsters.
This is the terrifying aspect of the Echo Tide, where the overly dense Sound Spirits can easily give rise to Level 4 or above ancient demonic spirits, enough to threaten a Dawn Wizard.
Sigel stood in place, his eyes flickering constantly.
He hasn’t received any ssages, so he doesn’t know if the person he’s looking for has already died in this surging tide of Sound Spirits, or if they were clever enough to escape early on.
Sigel weighed the situation for a while, then finally made up his mind and slowly took a step forward.
With a flip of his palm, three fist-sized, flaming crystal balls appeared around him. They flew forward, each lighting up with rune patterns that emitted crimson rays, connecting with each other to form a triangular shape.
Intense spell waves emanated as Sigel silently uttered a syllable, and from the center of the crimson triangle, a substantial torrent of flas was suddenly unleashed.
"Boom!"
In just an instant, the torrent of flas pierced through the dense group of Ancient Yinduo Spirits ahead, clearing a vacuum pathway right before Sigel’s eyes.
With a flicker in his eyes, Sigel’s figure imdiately transford into a shadow and flashed through the corridor.
This spell he released seed like a lit fuse, directly igniting the entire chaotic space. In an instant, countless Ancient Yinduo Spirits roared as they lunged towards him.
The three crystal balls revolved around Sigel, spitting out flas that solidified into fiery red parrots in the void, each with their own burning ring of fire.
Every Fla Parrot that flew out could incinerate an Ancient Yinduo Spirit into nothingness.
However, Sigel’s situation didn’t improve much as he underestimated the terror of the Echo Tide created by these countless Ancient Yinduo Spirits.
Dense sound waves surged like tides, wave after wave. The Ancient Yinduo Spirits charged fearlessly, one after another, with those annihilated by spells being quickly replaced by more, continuously bombarding his energy shield and spiritual field used for defense.
The Fla Parrots being continuously spat out by the three crystal balls gradually struggled to keep up.
The number of Ancient Yinduo Spirits converging in this area was simply too much. This was the center of the "tide" surge, with more and stronger Ancient Yinduo Spirits being born every minute and second.
Sigel lifted the red cloak on his shoulder, performing a swinging motion.
A blue fla instantly swept out, clearing a large area around him, and then rolled back to form a blue fla barrier, blocking the endless void ripples from all directions.
He gritted his teeth and charged forward a bit, only to find himself lost in direction when he looked up again.
He seed trapped in a quagmire composed of sound waves, his entire body, even his soul bound by invisible forces, with countless ripples like ropes entangling him.
Layer upon layer of sound waves collided with his eardrums incessantly, and despite the defense of magic tools, his spiritual power was severely shaken.
Suddenly, a few peak-shaped black ripples silently spread from sowhere in the void, ripping a slit in the blue fire cloak surrounding Sigel in just a breath of ti and penetrating inside.
Sigel seed as if sharply stabbed in a part of his body, his body shuddering violently, and the continuous spellcasting actions of his hands suddenly halted!
At this mont, a blurred light and shadow like violently trembling black snowflakes rapidly expanded before his eyes.
In the light and shadow, an Ancient Yinduo Spirit with black light patterns floating over its entire body quietly crawled out, reaching out its slender and sharp claw towards Sigel’s heart silently.
The claw of this Ancient Yinduo Spirit directly penetrated through Sigel’s body, seemingly pulling nothing out, and the claw quickly retreated.
Yet at the sa mont, blood suddenly flowed from Sigel’s mouth and nose, his body curling up like a shrimp, then catapulting backward fiercely.
"Level 4 Sound Spirit?!"
Sigel staggered to stabilize himself in mid-air, raising a hand to cover the blood continuously seeping from his mouth and nose, glaring at the black Sound Spirit with a hideous shape and strong dangerous aura not far away.
After swallowing a bottle of potion to barely suppress his injuries, he looked around, only for his expression to suddenly freeze.
One, two, three.....
A total of five massive black Ancient Yinduo Spirits, with strength comparable to Level 4 Dawn, appeared around him, encircling him and locking onto him with a chilly awareness.
At so point, all the Ancient Yinduo Spirits in the nearby area had beco calm, crowded together to form a twisted high wall, each face turned towards Sigel.
There wasn’t a sound in the arena, yet a vast indescribable terror brewed silently.
Sigel suddenly cald down, as if he’d given up on resisting.
Ti ticked by, each second feeling interminably long.
At so mont, the deathly silent field suddenly erupted with a mountain-shaking roar.
The black sound wave surge rose abruptly, with the five black Ancient Yinduo Spirits leading countless low-level Sound Spirits, launching a sudden attack on Sigel.
In an instant, Sigel’s expression turned ferocious, his magic robe and cloak soaring high, while the three floating crystal ball magic tools shattered simultaneously and exploded...
A surging wave of flas swept vast areas of Ancient Yinduo Spirits away, spreading in all directions swiftly, only to be forcibly pressed back by the tsunami-like terrifying sound wave surge.
In the narrow and cramped space, the magic flas entwining Sigel extinguished one cluster after another, and the cloak of blue flas silently shattered, followed by the spiritual field...
His entire body began to slowly twist in the sea of sound waves emitted by countless Ancient Yinduo Spirits, like a rag being gradually wrung and deford.
Five black Sound Spirits silently pounced towards him, stretching and shrinking repeatedly in the terrifying sound waves, their various fierce and nacing claws and fangs constantly moving closer to Sigel’s body.
Sigel watched wide-eyed as the black Sound Spirits closed in on him, like a giant black cloth folding over his head, everything before him steadily darkening...
Suddenly, at that mont.
A strong light tore through the shadows, and a young, slender, and fair hand erged from who knows where, gently pressing against the face of the nearest black Ancient Yinduo Spirit.
The latter struggled, but its body quickly shattered into pieces like burnt paper.
Soone walked up from behind Sigel.
Sigel’s pupils contracted sharply.
Light.
He saw an incomparable strong light.
And a figure bathed entirely in that strong light.
The figure made a sweeping motion with its sleeve, and the remaining four black Ancient Yinduo Spirits exploded one after another, the omnipresent magic sound waves in the void scattering away. Those densely packed low-level Sound Spirits, under the strong light, seed like dirty snow under the fierce sun, lting one by one.
Sigel stood dumbfounded.
The next second, that glowing figure rose into the air, and he too was enveloped by a force, soaring upwards.
As if passing through so barrier, the "absolute silence" caused by extre noise suddenly vanished, and Sigel heard the sound of the wind.
They stopped sowhere high in the sky, the strong light slowly receding.
Sigel saw beyond the light, a familiar deep blue magic robe, the white hair fluttering in the wind, and around the robe, the void constantly collapsing in parts due to an overwhelming spiritual field, as if invisible celestial bodies were orbiting around it.
The figure slowly turned around, revealing a young and handso face.
At this mont, Sigel felt his throat constricted by sothing, his mouth opened, but not a single word could be uttered.
"You won’t be telling Misha about what happened here... will you?"
Ronan looked at Sigel in front of him and spoke softly.
Sigel stood frozen, with a blank expression, a series of bewildered looks flashing in his eyes.
After a mont, Sigel exhaled and spoke with difficulty, "Should we leave now?"
"No hurry."
Ronan raised his hand, looking at a pile of variously sized fragnted crystal cores, like special sand grains, the five largest on top glinting black like pearls.
These were all obtained from the Ancient Yinduo Spirits he had just killed.
Ronan collected all the crystal cores, squinting his eyes as he casually selected a direction, then flew forward.
Sigel, in a daze, followed.
A faintly decayed wind swept across Ronan’s cheeks as they hovered over the Silent Corridor, and Ronan glanced downward, casually opening his current character panel—
[Na: Ronan Damien]
[Strength: Level 4 Official Wizard (1%)]
....
"Is this what embracing the dawn feels like?"
Ronan murmured quietly to himself in his mind.
At this ti, his consciousness space had already undergone a trendous change.
The original fifteen spiritual power crystals had all disappeared, replaced by a dark golden sphere.
The surface of the dark golden sphere was etched with countless mysterious and complex rune patterns, over twelve hundred Ancient Spirit Texts wriggling on it like living things.
Ronan couldn’t see into the interior of the sphere, only sensing several elental spiritual powers constantly surging within.
In the center of the sphere was an almost imperceptible gap emitting a faint white light.
It was like an eye, currently in a closed state.
The white light cocoon ford by the Secret Chrysalis had long been squeezed to one side, now resting beneath the dark golden sphere.
Ronan’s spiritual power, both in quality and quantity, was more than twenty tis stronger compared to before his advancent, enough to rival the late-stage peak of a Level 4 Dawn Wizard even in a normal state!
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