"Is that so?"
A woman’s light laughter unexpectedly ca from beneath the black floral-patterned mask.
The faint sense of familiarity that had just arisen in Ronan’s heart quickly dissipated under this strange laughter. The mask on her face, like his, had strong concealing features.
Ronan shook his head, his gaze returning to its indifferent state. He raised his hand, and crimson-tinged ice crystal long spears gathered around him, tracing a blood-red lightning path in the void, rapidly shooting toward the witch of the Ghost Flower Society in front of him.
The latter, with an exceptionally tall figure, retreated two steps, the magic robe on her body spreading like bat wings, and then she quickly rged into a shadow as dark as ink.
Ronan’s ancient ice spears plunged into the shadow, as if piercing extrely smooth silk.
Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly, and all the ancient ice spears exploded simultaneously, transforming into clusters of blood-red rose ice flowers crazily growing in the shadow.
The chilling and eerie aura interwove and dispersed at the sa ti.
Atop the towering ancient ice city, the terrifying cold continued to intensify, with a sense of ti gradually freezing into an ice river, continually slowing.
Even that omnipresent cold caused many wizards to be significantly affected.
Moreover, the closer one got to the center where the figure stood amidst the surging waves of white snow, the more intense the cold beca, making many hesitate in fear and dare not approach.
Selena held a bow in one hand, gripping the Holy Grail fragnt Ronan had previously kept and returned to her, still unable to fully shake off the shock brought by Ronan’s appearance.
"Golden Dawn..."
She murmured, yet could not associate these four words with the world of cold created single-handedly by the person before her.
Just then, a massive explosion sounded in her ear.
Selena swiftly looked toward the sound, seeing a large crimson fire ring rapidly expanding over the vast snowy plain.
In the center of the fire ring, towering flas rose, and a tall dark red figure stepped out amidst the surging magma.
Having broken free from the ancient ice, Eremod seed to have fully activated the ancient red dragon bloodline within him, his true spirit state manifesting in a form akin to half-dragon transformation.
Seven deep red radiant primordial spirit crystals were orderly embedded in his broad chest, his entire body was knotted, with a bright dragon-scale sheen flashing across his skin’s surface, and even horn-like protrusions seed to grow atop his head.
He continuously emanated terrifying heat, devouring and concealing the cold in the air, like magma droplets falling onto the ice surface, stirring up rolling white vapors.
Even from a considerable distance, Selena could feel the scorching, violent aura emanating from Eremod, like a fla dragon in a state of wrath.
Eremod’s figure suddenly vanished, hurtling toward the center of the battle between ice and shadow, leaving a long trail of flas in his wake, with a vivid red trail appearing on the white snowy plain.
"Boom!"
Eremod joined the fray like a flaming teor, the suddenly surged fire wave instantly engulfing Ronan’s figure.
Selena instinctively tightened her grip on the longbow, but before she could react, the next mont brought the roar of spells and the whistling of a gale.
On the other side, there was an explosion of ice and snow, with a handso young man holding a rune rapier, eyes like azure gold, swiftly cutting through the sky as a stream of light, bringing forth endless tempests.
The consecutive eruptions from two individuals forcibly opened two gaps in the magnificent wintry montum, with so figures becoming restless, attempting to slowly approach the battlefield’s center, the low incantations of spells persisting amidst the wind and snow.
Selena’s pretty face imdiately tensed slightly, she released the Holy Grail fragnt, quickly drawing the bowstring.
The spell of the flowing light arrow gathered at her fingertips, yet for a mont she didn’t know where to aim this shot.
Opponents were everywhere. When Ronan announced he was taking over the battle, this trial had already veered toward an unknown direction she could not fathom.
"Boom!"
Ronan pressed down with both hands, and the giant wave of ice and snow collapsed, producing a sound akin to a giant whale’s moan.
The surging cold wave spread around, unable to conceal the twisting writhing shadows, the explosive fire waves and the tearing, sharp winds.
The blue-golden whale mark on Ronan’s brow flashed, and the archaic cold silently spread through the void.
Groans imdiately ca from all around, as the spiritual power that had firmly locked onto him suddenly withdrew, and several Level 5 Wizards stationed at the battle’s edge retreated with pale expressions.
Ronan rose aloft, halting at an exceptionally high vantage.
The half-dragon Eremod surged forward defiantly, his dark golden eyes full of violence.
Then the handso youth swiftly struck out a cross sword mark, along with the shadow-clad masked man from the Ghost Flower Society.
Aside from the latter, the first two had fully activated their true spirit forms, like three bladed swords with icy sharpness, their tips aiming directly at Ronan.
Ronan, like a monarch, looked down indifferently, his white frosty hair dancing without wind, his magic robe billowing.
He extended his right hand, and in an instant, all the cold on the ice plain converged into his palm, forming visible streams of snowy white cold in the sky.
The ice and snow at the plain’s edge began to lt, the massive ancient ice city rapidly contracting.
Infinite cold gathered in Ronan’s palm, finally transforming into a blindingly intense light cluster surpassing the arrogant sun, which Ronan pressed down lightly with one hand.
"Ugh—"
The light cluster exploded, unleashing a terrifying cold wave that descended like a celestial waterfall, amidst which the vast shadow of a mustached whale slowly swam downward.
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