Capítulo 913: Chapter 455: Juventus, Ancient Yinduo, Ti Flower and the Brass Watch
As Ronan whispered, the red and blue cold wave flas, which had been distinctly separated, began to blend in a bizarre manner.
It was as if two torrents collided, forming a vortex in the middle.
A wave of unspeakable terror emanated from the center of the vortex.
Ronan looked up at the sky, quietly watching as “snowflakes” drifted down from the base of the vortex’s center.
These snowflakes were gray, irregular in shape, resembling ash burned by fire and scattered by the wind.
As the first ash-like snowflake gently landed on the rapidly spreading eerie crimson line in the void, the line began to burn.
As the snowflakes continued to fall, the ashen-colored flas quickly covered the entire net ford by red lines and backfired rapidly in the direction of Cersei.
The gray flas swiftly climbed up to the end of the lines, turning the entire balance of flesh and blood into an ashen color.
Cersei’s cruelty and cold smile froze on her face, then she flew backward at an incredible speed, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
But even if her speed was extre, she could not avoid being touched by the fluttering ash snowflakes.
“No!”
The massive human-faced moth magic body was instantly ignited by the flas, visibly collapsing rapidly.
Dark ashen flas also engulfed Cersei’s body, at first leaving burning marks on her face like scorch marks, but as the snowflakes accumulated more and more, she was soon wholly consud by the flas.
Cersei’s expression twisted, including her body, as if desperately trying to escape the terrifying power’s encirclent and entanglent, which she was unable to shake off.
Ronan extended a hand, gently catching a “snowflake.”
The “snowflake” landed in his palm without burning or lting, just quietly like a piece of thoroughly burnt ash.
By now, the firmant had completely turned into a chaotic gray, and Ronan strolled toward Cersei amidst the swirling gray snow.
“Is it painful?”
Ronan looked at the quietly burning Cersei, shrinking continuously like water in the gentle ashen flas, and softly said, “I endured nine whole years of such pain in the Realm of Departing Fire…”
“No! This is impossible!!”
Cersei’s throat seed scorched by flas or frozen by ice and snow, emitting an exceptionally hoarse and dry scream.
Her face twisted, her eyes at Ronan filled with disbelief, shock, terror, and other complex emotions.
“Rule Domain… You haven’t even comprehended the power of a single magic rule completely, how could you derive a Rule Domain!”
Rule Domain?
Ronan’s eyes flickered, but before he could try to extract more information from Cersei’s mouth, she emitted an ear-piercing scream.
The ashen flas circulated throughout her body, and her body, along with the human-faced moth magic body behind her, was like a paper shell thoroughly burnt by the flas, falling in large pieces of ash.
Countless moths flew out from Cersei’s chest cavity, penetrated by gray fire, only to quickly perish one by one.
It was like a decaying mushroom that dramatically exploded at the end of its life, releasing countless spores.
Under the [Ashen Snow], Cersei withered faster than a sheet of paper rapidly consud by fire.
In the sudden explosion of murky smoke, Ronan seed to see a wicked, bizarre face covered with moth patterns flash by.
When he ca to his senses, everything of Cersei had vanished in the gray flas, leaving only a delicate, petite won’s ring.
Ronan raised his hand to seize the ring, seeing a small gray moth vividly carved on the black ring, seemingly about to co to life and fly away at the next mont.
“Space Ring…”
Ronan’s eyes flashed slightly; it was undoubtedly Cersei’s personal storage ring.
Even the ring was left behind, indicating her complete death, as Ronan watched the ice-and-fire-fused gray flas consu her soul and body.
The power of [Ashen Snow] was even more terrifying than he had anticipated, as even soone like Cersei at the Late Level 6 could not resist.
However, compared to Cersei’s space ring, Ronan was more interested in the “Rule Domain” information she ntioned at the last mont.
As the daughter of the White Witch King, Cersei was clearly more aware of the specific realm divisions of forbidden magic, but unfortunately, he couldn’t pry more from her before her death.
“I’ll ask Elsa later; she has the Frost Leader’s Great Elder behind her, who should know quite a bit…”
Ronan thought, pocketing the ring before quickly flying in a direction.
The landing point of non-oriented space teleportation was filled with randomness, and the uncleansed space corridor kept changing at all tis.
To return to Spirit Lake, he would have to take another roundabout.
“This position… should be the closest to the entrance.”
Ronan arrived once more at the entrance where he first entered Spirit Lake, swiftly crossing the shaded valley to reach the entrance.
The Treeman clan guard nad Tataka Jimuly, stationed at the foot of Tataka Mountain, was now nothing but a corpse hollowed out by sothing.
Ronan flicked out a cluster of flas, watching the hollowed, withered banyan tree burn into a pile of black charcoal under the flas, then silently opened the entrance and stepped inside.
When he entered Spirit Lake again, his figure appeared above Spirit Lake.
The vast Spirit Lake suddenly fell into an eerie silence, countless gazes instinctively focusing on him, while Ronan calmly glanced around below, finally fixing his gaze on Elsa.
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