Chapter 608: Chapter 297: Nowhere to Escape? (3)
Its form beca even more chaotic and unstable, and the consciousness space around it began to twist and shatter due to its rampant energy fluctuations.
Those "eyes" flickered with an even more intense light than before.
The terrifying maw also grew larger, like a Reaper’s scythe poised to harvest at any mont.
Ron felt an unprecedented pressure.
Since fully fusing his soul, he had never been so close to death.
In front of a target with such a huge power disparity, all his skills and knowledge seed pale and weak.
Pure strength confrontation was aningless here, and he must find a smarter way to respond.
"Calm... think..."
Ron forced himself to calm down and reassess the situation:
"No matter how powerful, every entity has its own patterns and limitations. Finding its weakness is the key to victory."
He began to observe more closely the Ti Hound’s patterns of movent, particularly its trajectory and energy flow in the consciousness space.
As his observation deepened, a subtle pattern gradually erged—
"Interesting..."
Ron noticed that whenever the Ti Hound was about to attack, it always prioritized the corners with deeper shadows.
It seed that only with the help of these special "angle spaces" could the opponent achieve its unavoidable attacks.
"It relies on the shadows in this space... or rather, so sort of spatial convergence point..."
Ron quickly deduced in his mind, and a bold plan began to take shape.
If this hypothesis held, then as long as these shadow regions were reduced, the Ti Hound’s ability to move would be limited.
And of all his magic, the most suitable to achieve this goal was...
——Ring of Brilliance
A golden halo ford around Ron, like a miniature sun.
As Ron continued to infuse his spiritual power, the halo gradually expanded, illuminating every corner of the consciousness space.
The shadow regions that were originally hidden in the darkness began to diminish noticeably, and the Ti Hound’s range of movent was consequently compressed.
"Just as expected!"
Ron confird his conjecture and imdiately increased the output power of the "Ring of Brilliance."
Light surged like a tide, almost dyeing the entire consciousness space in dazzling gold.
Every inch of darkness was dispelled, every shadow was filled.
The Ti Hound’s reaction confird Ron’s judgnt.
The agility that was as natural as a fish in water vanished completely, and it began to linger in the few shadow regions that remained.
Its form also beca more unstable, like a dancer who lost balance.
But rely restricting its movent was far from enough, Ron needed a force that could oppose the essence of the Ti Hound, a power that could truly harm it.
Currently, his two most powerful secret weapons were only "Ti Stasis" and "Record."
"Ti Stasis"... the opponent also had the ability to manipulate ti to a certain degree, and that ti-controlling power ca from itself, not relying on external objects like he did.
Recklessly using ti-stasis might backfire, making things worse.
In this critical mont, Ron could only choose the "Ravings" that "Thousand Transformations" had once recorded.
They did not originate from the sea urchin monster he first defeated as an Advanced Apprentice.
Instead, they were the more fundantal "Ravings" he had riskily recorded during his progression to an Official Wizard when he established a connection with the "Devourer"...
This "Ravings" carried high-dinsional terrifying contamination and was also his last resort.
Using it was undoubtedly a risky move, potentially triggering more severe spiritual contamination, even complete loss of control.
But at this mont, facing a Ti Hound that might devour him at any ti, Ron had no choice.
"I must take this risk..."
He gritted his teeth, his eyes becoming firm and cold: "In the face of survival, everything else is secondary."
Ron took a deep breath, concentrating his remaining spiritual power, and began to play the "Ravings" he had long sealed.
It was a sound not describable by conventional language, more like a vibration that transcended dinsions, with each syllable carrying the power to distort reality.
"Iai’leth N’gha Fhtagn..."
As the first syllable erged, Ron felt a terrifying energy rebound.
It was as if he had touched a switch that shouldn’t have been turned on, and a surge of chaotic and frenzied energy poured into his consciousness from the depths of the dinsion, almost making him collapse on the spot.
But he gritted his teeth and persisted, continuing to play one syllable after another, each more distorted and dangerous than the last.
"Shugal V’doru Nyth’drn..."
As the ravings continued, the entire consciousness space began to twist and deform in unimaginable ways.
It was like the reflection on water being suddenly broken, with all rules and boundaries becoming blurred and unclear.
Ron could even see the edges of his consciousness starting to dissolve, turning into clusters of void mist.
However, the Ti Hound’s reaction to this change was far more intense than he had anticipated.
The constantly shape-shifting existence suddenly ceased all movent, and those "eyes" showed an emotion Ron had never seen before—fear.
Pure, instinctual fear.
"It... is afraid of this?"
Ron instantly grasped this key point: "Afraid of high-dinsional power?"
Regardless of his consciousness structure’s ongoing collapse, he gritted his teeth to continue playing, simultaneously guiding that high-dinsional contamination power towards the Ti Hound.
Those twisted, filthy words wrapped around the hound as if they were alive, beginning to erode its existential structure.
The Ti Hound struggled desperately, trying to escape from a force it couldn’t understand or resist.
It frantically shuttled through the remaining shadows, even attempting to retreat back to the dinsional rift.
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