The tier-four mosquito monster is already quite troubleso, but a fifth rank?
Relying solely on Ahaxia’s ghost arrow is clearly not enough; I must take action personally.
Ronan was about to head towards the direction where the fifth-rank mosquito monster was flying in, when suddenly, his expression changed.
Almost without hesitation, Ronan imdiately directed Ahaxia to clear the way and swiftly turned back in the direction he ca from.
A massive "black cloud" swiftly caught up, revealing several long legs covered in barbed spikes amid the cloud.
From an outsider’s perspective, it appeared as if Ronan was fleeing in panic in the face of the fifth-rank mosquito monster.
However, the truth is actually.....
"Sothing is frantically attacking my Elent Pool!"
Ronan’s expression turned slightly solemn, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam, his magic robe fluttering as he flew swiftly like a great bird close to the ground amidst the dark ruins of the waterway.
Just a mont ago, through the Deep Knowledge Crown, Ronan sensed that the number of Elental Life around the Elent Pool was rapidly decreasing.
In a short period, it had dropped from the original thirty-three to twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three....
With almost every breath, the number of Elental Life Guards decreased by one, causing Ronan’s eyelids to twitch along with it.
He suspected that in the area he had cleared, new monsters had co over, possibly not just a tier-four, but even a fifth rank...
Otherwise, the number of Elental Guards wouldn’t be decreasing so rapidly.
The Elent Pool is crucial for Ronan, and seeing it about to stabilize and be able to transfer to the Mist Space, he absolutely cannot stand by idly and watch it be destroyed.
Ronan completely unleashed Ahaxia’s wild nature, and Ahaxia switched back and forth between its ghost body and ghost arrow forms, rampaging through the dark ruin space, unleashing a relentless "storm of blood and flesh".
The massive black cloud ford by the fifth-rank mosquito monster tenaciously followed behind him, seemingly unwilling to let him go, but Ronan had no energy to spare on this.
Covering a distance of several kiloters, Ronan accelerated and reached in an instant.
Ahaxia hovered above his head, its once elegant and handso face now completely unrecognizable, a twisted and pale visage fixating on Ronan. Along the way, it had consud too many residual souls and blood, and its violent instinct could no longer suppress the urge for backlash.
"Roar——"
The [Destructive Sound] at the center of Ahaxia’s brow suddenly lit up, and countless black spike-like wave crests instantly erged, rushing towards Ronan’s head.
Just as it was about to approach, an imnse and invisible spiritual field instantly suppressed it, after which a slender and powerful hand rose up, pressing onto its cheek.
"Whoosh——boom!"
Ronan maintained his flying posture, long hair flowing, expressionless as he pressed Ahaxia with one hand, forcibly "stuffing" it back into the Square-cornered Cow Bell in his other hand.
Throughout the entire process, his eyes did not waver in the slightest and remained firmly fixed on the direction of the Elent Pool in the distance.
He could already see the unique mottled energy glow reflected by the Elent Pool, and at this mont, there were only less than five third-tier Elental Guards left near the Elent Pool!
The expected scene of a large group of fourth or fifth-rank monsters besieging the Elent Pool did not appear before Ronan.
On the contrary, there were no monsters at all around the Elent Pool, only one person!
A person wearing a black magic robe, most of their face hidden under a hood, wielding a magic wand and chanting incantations, while thodically eliminating his Elental Guards and launching Spell attacks against the protective rune formation outside the Elent Pool—a Level 4 Dawn Wizard!
"A wizard from another faction?!"
Ronan’s gaze turned icy, his right hand rising, with titanium splitting into several streams resembling thick, nacing golden serpents, which rapidly traversed along Ronan’s arm, intertwining into a thicker golden tentacle covered in countless sawtooth suckers.
"Tear—"
The golden tentacle shot out, like a dazzling golden lightning bolt, instantly tearing through the void, crossing the distance, and whipping towards that shadowy figure.
At the instant Ronan struck, the figure in the black robe seed to react, spinning around and making an upward gesture, with a blue glow erging in the palm.
Following that, under the intense Spell fluctuation, an arc-shaped deep blue water shield materialized out of thin air, directly blocking the golden tentacle Ronan had unleashed.
"Boom!"
Water and fire clashed viciously, with extrely intense energy aftershocks, large clouds of white steam billowing up with a "hiss hiss" sound.
"Bang!"
In about half a breath’s ti, the water shield shattered with a crash, the montum of the Golden Touch undiminished, heavily whipping against the figure in the black robe, whose inherent energy shield flickered, followed by a muffled grunt as they were slamd sideways by the golden tentacle.
"Swoosh——"
Ronan arrived at the Elent Pool, halting his figure to examine closely the Elent Pool’s condition, and only then did his tightly wound heart begin to gradually relax.
Fortunately, only the outermost rune formation had been broken, and the Elent Pool itself was not significantly affected.
After ensuring the Elent Pool was intact, Ronan turned his gaze towards the direction of the black-robed figure he had struck away.
By now, the black-robed figure had risen from the ground, appearing sowhat disheveled.
From under the magic robe, a fair and delicate hand rose, pulling off the hood used for concealnt, revealing a beautiful face filled with resentnt and hatred.
Ronan froze upon recognizing the appearance of the black-robed person.
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