Capítulo 942: Chapter 466: Echo Hell (Part 2)
Ronan’s vision was instantly filled with a blinding brightness. The ear ringing and glare effects that he had previously adapted to reappeared, and this ti they were tens of tis stronger, forcibly distorting even his spiritual power detection, leaving him virtually “blind.”
“Boom!”
Without warning, Ronan was hit.
The force field halo in front of him instantly dented, countless strands of spiritual silk shattered, and he was blasted away like a cannonball, heavily embedding into the ground, creating a huge crater.
Before he could struggle to rise from the aftereffects of the heavy blow, an invisible force had already “dragged” him out of the pit.
Ronan raised his eyes to “look” around, only seeing a vast flow of light.
Like countless teors rapidly streaking, mingling among the highlighted rules veins, he couldn’t find Juventus, and his spiritual perception was severely distorted.
Fortunately, the effect of the Instinct Grip was still strong. Ronan saw a large amount of light suddenly gather in one place, predicting the arrival of the next attack, he backhandedly punched fiercely towards where the light was converging.
Countless strands of dark red spiritual silk rapidly gathered, forming the shape of a closing bud, then suddenly blood forward…
“Bang!”
The position where the bud blood and the light clustered exploded with a terrifying shockwave. Ronan grunted, countless strands of spiritual silk broke simultaneously, and his right hand that punched was blasted into a bloody ss by the aftershock.
Phoenix Fla swept over the injured arm, the Vitality Ball within his body shook, and the wounds on his arm quickly healed at a visible speed.
The second cluster of light ford, dark red Dead Sea poppies blooming and withering, once again striving to adapt to this new round of battle rhythm amid the repeatedly exploding shockwaves.
Lines of light erged from Ronan’s eyes, weaving into the Secret Silver pattern of an eye at his brow.
This Eye of Truth, evolved from the initial Zero Rank Low-level Detection Skill, unexpectedly ca in handy at this ti, managing to barely capture the hidden figure of Juventus.
Ronan spread his fingers, Titanium flowed to form a dark gold dragon spine long spear in his hand, spiritual silk coiled around the spear like spiraling ribbons, stabbing fiercely toward Juventus’s position.
The Dead Sea churned, and he instantly hit sothing, two formidable forces collided into a splendid display of fireworks in his field of vision.
Ronan retreated a few steps in the explosion’s aftermath, the damaged spear reford, and the torn wounds on his Demon Body slowly healed under the wash of Phoenix Fla.
“You’re afraid.”
Ronan took a deep breath, speaking calmly with steady eyes.
In his sight, Juventus’s vacillating figure seed to pause for a mont, then solidified into a definite shape, walking toward him.
“Heh—”
Ronan heard Juventus’s scornful laughter.
“You are indeed afraid, I can feel it.”
Ronan swung his spear abruptly, the spear tip pulling vast stretches of rule veins in the void, instantly unleashing unparalleled terrifying power. Wherever the spear passed, sequentially appeared collapsing dents in the void, accompanied by continuous muffled explosions.
“You’ve acquired almost the entire Heramus Inheritance, yet you’re afraid that you still can’t defeat , soone who only obtained a single Magic Control Inheritance, even though I’m only Level 5…
This could indeed happen.”
“After all… I am Elental Spirit nine stars, and you only eight stars.
When we first t, I was nearly two major realms behind you, you and I are both seekers of Heramus, destined for a battle between us.
But after I beca the Golden Dawn, you’ve always avoided facing alone.
You’re afraid, afraid that even if you have all the advantages….”
Ronan’s eyes blazed, countless strands of spiritual silk around him ford a massive, eerie Dead Sea flower slowly blooming, blocking all the attacks ford from the flowing lights.
“…You’re still not as good as !”
“Boom!”
The pressure around suddenly increased more than tenfold, the crimson flower blooming in the Dead Sea shattered in an instant, but quickly reford upon breaking, transforming into a raging torrent charging forward.
Billowing blood mist rose from the torrent, faintly revealing countless rolling corpses, accompanied by a trendous sense of grief, an ancient and mournful lant rolled out.
“Mara’s Cry of Grief!”
“Boom!”
A huge ring of dark red mixed with blazing white energy shockwave erupted, almost clearing everything in the void in an instant.
When the commotion of this strike subsided, Juventus’s figure finally fully erged.
A multitude of tiny wounds appeared on Ronan’s body, under the influence of his imnse vitality, they wriggled like a baby’s mouth opening and closing, but he seed unaware, only intently staring at Juventus before him, speaking calmly: “Was I right?
Did Prophet Eve tell you a prophecy about dying at my hands?”
“Oh, I almost forgot one thing…”
Ronan paused, followed by the sound of the Demon Snail howling within him, his Screw Palace having broken through, reaching the domain of Thirty Three Layers, his aura soared again.
Battle has always been the best catalyst for life’s evolution.
Once the aura of the Screw Palace’s ascension cald, Ronan continued, “Not long ago, I t your father, the Black Witch King.
He told …”
Ronan looked into Juventus’s eyes, enunciating each word: “You’ve been a coward your whole life, even afraid of your own father, so you desperately seek to seize the powers that can bring comfort, to mask the fear within.”
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