The area irradiated by the silver light imdiately displayed a strong sense of visual misalignnt. One enormous silver mirror after another appeared out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye, they ford a giant sphere comprised of space mirror light.
The young man with a ponytail wore a cold smile on his face, glanced around, and showed a faint expression of disdain.
Ronan’s figure quietly appeared within each silver mirror. In the Minotaur’s Secret Room, countless Ronans’ eyes simultaneously ignited with a sun of snow color.
"Ancient Ice City!"
"Boom!"
Endless coldness surged out from the densely packed space mirrors, forming ancient ice that quickly filled the space.
The young man with the ponytail showed no expression, allowing the pervasive cold air to envelop him. In an instant, he was completely frozen within layers of solid ice.
"Woo—"
Ronan clasped his hands together, the sun of snowy white in his eyes burned more fiercely.
An inexplicable wave of aura emanated from within him, bringing with it a distant sense of ancient majesty. The brilliant and massive shadow of a snowy white mustache whale slowly appeared over Ronan.
Ronan took a deep breath, poised to seal and unleash this power, but at that mont....
"Boom!"
The solid ice condensed by the Ancient Ice City suddenly exploded. Nurous earth-colored lights shot out from within, carrying a majestic and terrifying power, destroying everything, even the Minotaur’s Secret Room was shattered instantaneously.
Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly, and the accumulated might suddenly restrained. The shadow of the frost whale behind him also quietly vanished.
He slowly retreated backward, his feet stepping into one massive cold wave ice ring after another. Under the barrage of waves of cold air, a Primordial Spirit Body ten ters high erged from the earthy-yellow stream of light.
"Swish——"
The young man with the ponytail wielded twin swords, casually cutting through the layers of cold air surrounding him. His cold gaze locked onto Ronan from afar.
"Is that all you’ve got?"
"Where is your Nine-star Primordial Spirit?"
He crossed his twin swords, and the twisted tips of two Rune Golden Swords collided, quickly condensing into the shape of a unicorn horn, spinning rapidly as it shot straight towards Ronan.
"Crack, crack, crack——"
A massive cascade of lightning arcs poured down like a waterfall, weaving around this drill-like patterned unicorn horn.
Its power was of unmatched terror, and before it even fully approached, black, tree-like fissures rapidly began to spread towards Ronan, indicating the void was being forcibly torn apart.
Ronan swiftly retreated, with a shift in his mind, the ancient-level cold air perating the space automatically condensed into one after another towering snow-white ice wall adorned with countless frost flowers in front of him.
Yet, under the impact of the dark yellow unicorn horn, they were pierced through one by one, with the latter advancing like a hot knife through butter.
"Do you think this can stop ?"
The young man with the ponytail walked towards him, twin swords in hand, brimming with contempt and a perpetual cold sneer. Behind him, the Primordial Spirit Body also began crossing the twin swords, releasing wave after wave of terrifying spell fluctuations.
"Buzz——"
At a particular mont, an astral crystal as dazzling as a star appeared around Ronan.
His montum instantly elevated to another level, and a portion of the energy that originally belonged to the young man with the ponytail began to change direction, forming streaming lights rushing towards Ronan.
The young man with the ponytail’s eyes shone brightly, as if he finally saw sothing that interested him. In an instant, the twin swords left his hands, transforming into two rapidly spinning yellow light wheels, which then evolved into giant magic grinding discs, attacking Ronan from both sides.
One after another, brilliant Primordial Spirit Crystals appeared. When the ninth crystal, radiant like an Arrogant Sun, wrapped around the other eight crystals, forming the shape of a crown hovering above Ronan’s head, his montum finally climbed to an absolute peak!
"Boom—"
Above the firmant, countless torrents of colored energy cascaded down, like a grand cloak empowering Ronan.
At this mont, the young man with the ponytail’s eyes also shone to the extre, and his expression seed to beco slightly twisted.
He let out a low roar, and the Primordial Spirit Body behind him suddenly leaped forward, dragging countless bright yellow streaming lights along its path, along with dense rule veins. The previous patterned unicorn horn and magic grinding disc swelled several fold in an unprecedented monstrous montum.
"Whoosh—"
Facing this pulverizing assault as relentless as crashing teorites, Ronan took a deep breath, forming seals with his hands, and the Supre Crown composed of the nine Primordial Spirit Crystals above his head radiated its light montarily.
An indescribable strong aura was released, as if triggering sothing with its presence.
"Boom!"
Above Ronan’s head, more torrents of energy appeared, while the energy density on the young man with the ponytail’s side rapidly decreased.
Countless torrents of energy, like colorful silken ribbons, layered onto Ronan, quickly forming a mighty and solid Crystal Stone Shield. The shield’s surface was covered with naturally ford, complex rune patterns, releasing an indescribable, majestic aura...
"[Supre.. Vestnt Robe]!"
"Boom! Bang!"
The young man with the ponytail’s attack violently collided with that splendidly radiant, colorful Crystal Stone Shield, causing a huge explosion and a thunderous sound.
The instantaneously explosive energy turbulence washed everything in the void, occasionally falling below, scoring one shocking great trench after another on the wilderness filled with rubble.
The short robe wizards wielding rune curved blades watched silently, sotis showing slight traces of emotion on their faces.
Such a display of power was beyond the category of what a Level 5 Wizard could achieve.
They knew very well what kind of person their target was this ti, but no matter how many tis they had heard it, it couldn’t surpass the shock of witnessing it firsthand.
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