After the gray-braided woman appeared, two more figures clad in black robes silently appeared from the left and right on the platform.
The three positioned themselves in a semi-surrounding stance, faintly blocking Ronan and his companion.
Ronan squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the three before him one by one. Including the gray-braided woman, all three exuded the spiritual power fluctuations of a Level 6 Wizard.
"Two Early Level 6, and one Mid or Late Stage Level 6..."
Ronan turned to look at Molli’er beside him, and at that mont, Molli’er, in sync with his thoughts, imdiately raised the magic wand in her hand.
The wand swiftly cut through the air in Molli’er’s hand, tracing a beautiful golden arc, but the anticipated rift did not appear.
Molli’er repeated the action several more tis, her expression gradually turning grim.
She glanced back at Ronan for help, "They’ve sealed off this space."
"There’s no way they’ve sealed off everything."
Ronan quietly spread his spiritual power, and with his Minotaur heritage’s keen sense of space fluctuations, he easily mapped out the entire space sealing.
A Space Sealing Array, set up at so unknown point, was like an invisible giant glass do overturned above his and Molli’er’s heads.
To use Molli’er’s ability to traverse the space and leave, they had to break out of this space-sealed area.
But the nearest exit was just on the fringes of three Seventh-level Twilight Battle Group mbers behind them, while in every other direction, people barred their way...
Ronan’s eyes flickered, quickly contemplating his next move.
At this mont, the gray-braided woman facing them laughed softly, her gaze lingering briefly on Ronan before naturally shifting to Molli’er.
"Molli’er, you’re called Molli’er, right?
The Phoenix Family’s heiress, the darling princess of Walitz Phoenix."
The gray-braided woman lifted her arm gently, spinning the platinum short dagger in her hand one dazzling arc after another, "You’re even more foolish and adorable than I imagined.
Will you cry or scream?
I’ve heard the death wail of a Phoenix is the most beautiful sound in this world."
The woman’s self-absorbed voice echoed softly over the wide platform.
Molli’er stared intently at the woman before her, her tightly held hand by her side slowly loosening, attempting bit by bit to slip out of the other’s grasp.
"Ronan, you should go quickly."
Molli’er murmured softly, "Their target is . I’ll try to attract their attention later, and then you...."
Molli’er hadn’t finished speaking when she suddenly felt her hand released. The big hand that had been firmly holding onto her now let go so decisively.
She couldn’t see the expression on the person’s face beside her, only her own hand now bereft of any grip. Although it was what she wanted, an inexplicable sense of loss and emptiness welled up in her heart.
Molli’er recalled the last ti when that hand was so unyielding, but now...
She bit her lip lightly but quickly took a deep breath, swiftly passing the magic wand in her other hand over.
"The rune key to break through space is on the wand’s...."
Molli’er was about to convey her final words when suddenly.
"Whoosh—"
A terrifying gust visible to the naked eye abruptly exploded beside her, the whirlwind tossing her temple hair wildly against her face, blurring her vision.
She heard a string of intense bone-cracking sounds.
Then ca the sound of waves crashing against rocks, like the moaning of a deep-sea Demon Snail.
A dark, viscous scarlet rapidly spread, and in her daze, countless blood threads unfurled like blood-drenched poppies in bloom.
Spells roared, tals clashed, groans...
Everything happened in a flash and then swiftly cald down.
When Molli’er recovered from her brief daze, she was startled to find that the annoying woman who had been standing in mid-air, looking at her with a predator’s gaze, now appeared further on the platform, half-kneeling, looking quite disarrayed as she slowly got up with her dual daggers.
The two Level 6 Black Robed Wizards who were standing beside the woman weren’t in their original positions either.
One stood far away with a look of shock and dread, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The other...
Was lying quietly on the ground, full of needle-like blood holes, now a cold corpse.
And before her, there appeared a vast Dead Sea of viscous fresh blood.
The person beside her, now divested of the magic robe, stood silently on top of the Dead Sea in the form of a mightily imposing Demon Body covered in blood traces.
Countless dark-red threads wreathed him; his blood-red hair flew wildly as he slightly tilted his head, manipulating the dark red threads to swiftly pull back a fleeing, distorted soul body.
He made a deep inhaling motion, as if he swallowed that soul.
Then he turned around, looked at Molli’er, and calmly advised in a soft voice, "Don’t think about anything.
Stay honestly behind .
Then... stick close to ."
Molli’er stood dazed, staring at the person before her, montarily forgetting to speak.
...
After advising Molli’er, Ronan extended his Demon Body, the long slashing wound on his chest slowly healing.
[Innocent Body] activated, under the strength of the Eighteen-layered Spiral Palace empowering the Ancient Mara’s Body, his unusually slender and nacing arms naturally hung down.
Bright red blood quickly flowed along his arm muscles, slowly dripping from his fingertips.
This wasn’t his blood, it was the blood of the Level 6 Wizard who had just died.
Ronan lifted his head, staring directly at the far-off gray-braided woman, only to see figure after figure silently appear behind her.
Ronan remained calm internally, yet the crimson in his eyes flared up like Sea Demon flas.
He slowly raised his hand, collecting the corpse of the Level 6 Wizard he had unexpectedly slain with thunderous force.
This was the first Level 6 Wizard he had ever killed.
But as far as today is concerned.
This will certainly not be the last.
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