Ronan looked up, his bloodstained eyes seeing a world as if through a veil of blood-red mist.
Behind the grey-braided woman, a few shadowy figures drifted out.
The two leading figures were rely Level 5 Wizards, but the few following them were all Level 6 Wizards.
Among them was Garcia Alba, with vacant eyes and clad in flesh-and-blood armor.
"Lin Disi..."
Ronan recognized one of them and squinted slightly.
The other Level 5 standing beside Lin Disi was far more powerful, his entire body hidden within a voluminous grey robe, revealing only a pair of deep, secret silver eyes.
Ronan felt a faint familiarity with those eyes but couldn’t recall who they belonged to at the mont.
"I didn’t expect it to be you."
Lin Disi stopped at the edge of the space-sealing array, looking at Ronan with amazent, "An unremarkable little worm from the south, the Golden Dawn of Destiny Pendulum, turned out to be the sa person, who would have thought...
If I had known, I should’ve focused more energy on you back then."
During the Southern Heramus Genius Seat Battle, Lin Disi had already noticed Ronan, but at that ti, Ronan was far inferior in his mind to Molli’er, with her Phoenix Bloodline, or Selena, who inherited a set of Life Armor.
Lin Disi regretfully looked at the shadowy Garcia beside him.
"Nine-star Primordial Spirit... a young wizard from such a barren place...
The secrets on you must be more than I imagined."
Lin Disi sighed with emotion, but the next mont, a smile blood on his face again.
"It’s fortunate."
He looked at Ronan, eyes showing a hint of eagerness, "Knowing now isn’t too late."
Lin Disi gently raised his hand, and Garcia along with the Level 6 Wizards behind him spread out like ghosts, silently stepping into the space sealed area.
But before Lin Disi could give the order to act, their actions were interrupted by the screech of tal scratching against stone.
"No one move."
A platinum dagger carved two deep lines on an ancient stone platform as the grey-braided woman slowly stood up from the ground.
She fixed her gaze tightly on Ronan, like a predator locking onto its prey, and licked her lips lightly, speaking each word with emphasis, "He is mine."
After speaking, a short, sharp howl escaped her lips, and her entire being vanished abruptly like a violently oscillating ripple, leaving a long platinum afterimage as she lunged straight at Ronan.
Lin Disi frowned slightly and instinctively looked at the grey-robed person beside him.
The latter paused in silence before speaking indifferently, "Let her be first, Cersei."
"Alright then."
Lin Disi shrugged casually, "Since none of you are in a hurry... then have at it."
.....
"Woo——"
The Blue Snail of the Eighteen-layered Spiral Palace trembled slightly, surging vitality mixed with blood, roaring through every vein in Ronan’s body, like the sound of the sea roaring through a conch shell.
Ronan’s magic body expanded, the vast Dead Sea spreading to both sides, securely shielding Molli’er behind him.
Countless dark red spiritual silks blood like manjusaka flowers, swiftly surging high into the sky.
The grey-braided woman, a platinum afterimage, swiftly darted through the air like lightning, twisting arcs of golden light shooting from her body.
The dark red spiritual silks clashed with the arcs, producing sharp, tallic clinks.
The two forces extinguished each other, as if the spiritual red silks and platinum arcs were endless.
Ronan harnessed the power of the Dead Sea, forming a barrier of aura to withstand the overwhelming spell pressure, discreetly using spiritual power to enshroud Molli’er, swiftly rushing to one side.
At this mont, taking Molli’er away from here was his true objective.
"Trying to escape?"
The grey-braided woman, darting through midair, imdiately sensed his intention and seed to utter a dismissive chuckle.
The platinum arcs that were colliding with the spiritual silks suddenly converged at a single point, forming a twisted platinum lightning bolt, which shot straight at Ronan.
"Hiss——"
Ronan took a deep breath, without pausing, his eyes suddenly shining brightly.
"[Mara’s Cry of Grief]!"
The calm surface of the Dead Sea instantly surged with giant waves, revealing countless dense skeletons beneath, as if innurable ancient specters were weeping and wailing at this mont.
In an instant, the countless blood threads surrounding him tensed simultaneously, vibrating with strange and eerie waves.
With a soundwave mixed with mournful cries, a blood-red radiance swept across rapidly, seemingly causing the void of the entire battlefield to blur violently.
The overhead twisted platinum lightning instantly disintegrated, revealing the figure of the grey-braided woman, montarily paralyzed.
But only for an instant, as she quickly broke free, emitting a sharp screech.
On the surface of her light brown skin, black runes appeared, more platinum light gushing out as large amounts of free energy converged towards her.
In the blink of an eye, she transford into a dazzling slender spiritual form of platinum, the platinum dagger in her hands seemingly enlarged, with just a gentle slashing forward, the blood light and spiritual silks in its path were all cut apart.
This was her Primordial Spirit Body.
Also condensed to just a bit over four ters in height, similar to Ronan in his Ancient Mara’s Body state.
Ronan released Molli’er, the blood light flickering in his red-stained eyes, t her head-on with a roar.
"Boom!"
Like two blazing teors colliding, a fiery wave mixed with blood and platinum light exploded instantly.
The grey-braided woman’s Primordial Spirit Body, condensed to over four ters, woven with dense energy and rules, its strength was almost equivalent to Ronan’s magic body.
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