Chapter 741: Chapter 377: The Torrent of Destiny—Do You Want to Know? Kneel and Listen!
Ronan’s expression shifted slightly, but before he could fully comprehend, a furnace-like wave of heat swept from his back.
Ronan tugged at the shadow tendrils entwining his limbs and body, forcing himself to turn around, only to see a massive, almost comparable to his previous [Hekarter’s Ancient Devouring], giant blazing white fire serpent descending from the sky to bite at him.
In the gaping mouth of the blazing white fire serpent, the flames were showing a strange crimson hue, forming a vortex. In terms of pure temperature, it even surpassed his Golden Fire.
Ronan tried to break free from the constraints of the shadow tendrils, but they seemed to tighten around his very soul.
Gritting his teeth, the blade gleam of the [Golden Origin] slashed at the oncoming blazing white fire serpent while he pushed the [Star Force Field] to its utmost, defending against the surging spell flames…
At this moment, a pale shadow blurred like a cannonball suddenly crashed in, shattering the surface of the Star Force Field almost instantly.
Ronan’s pupils contracted slightly as his eyes filled with countless light points. Numerous energy beams rapidly birthed within the force field, interweaving along the path of the white shadow but only managing to leave shallow charred marks visibly blocked…
As the white shadow closed in like a meteor, Ronan finally saw that it was a pale mountain of flesh pieced together from countless remains, with numerous bizarre spell runes floating on it, each rune a layer of power enhancement.
Bound by the shadow tendrils, he couldn’t evade, watching the howling flesh mountain about to penetrate the Star Force Field and collide directly with him.
At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, fearlessly raising a thick water shield.
“Boom!”
The flesh mountain collided against the steep angle of the water shield, diverted by the special effect added to the water shield, almost brushing past Ronan’s body.
One side of Ronan’s Magic Robe was torn apart by the terrifying residual force, and he saw that the water shield protecting him from the flesh mountain’s impact shattered almost instantly, with the figure supporting it tossed aside like a butterfly with broken wings, spewing fresh blood.
“Heather….”
Ronan’s lips moved slightly, his gaze flickered.
“Whoosh!”
The flesh mountain, sent away by Heather’s sacrificial act, once again whistled back but no longer attacked Ronan. Instead, it landed heavily like a cannonball in front of Ronan, rapidly contracting into a figure wearing a Witch Heart Hall Magic Robe with a face full of spikes.
Ronan tentatively tugged at the shadow tendrils binding his limbs and body, which only elicited more tendrils to sprout from beneath, while a pale-faced, handsome Wizard of the Witch Heart Hall in a nearby shadow muttered incantations over a Black Book, staring at him.
Instinctively calling for Titanium, he received only mournful responses.
Looking up, Ronan saw an entire golden torrent formed by Titanium, forcibly suppressed and immobilized by a Black Stone throne exuding dense black smoke.
On the throne, sat a figure with an indistinct visage, possessing an imposing presence.
A sudden faint stabbing pain between his brows revealed, at the battle’s edge, Casimodo holding a silver bow covered in starlight, his fingers adorned with shining Magic Rings, drew the bow like a full moon, an arrow aimed directly at him from afar….
Unknowingly, silhouettes quietly gathered around him.
Wizards from Spirit Lake, and others from Witch Heart Hall, some he recognized, others belonging to factions he couldn’t name….
Level 4 Late Stage, Level 5, Level 5 Middle Stage… even Level 5 Late Stage…
Faces either indifferent, surprised, contemptuous, or venomous… Some he had suppressed, others had just arrived.
Almost every wandering demon in Quivada Oasis seemed drawn here, howling and surging below like tides. His previously summoned elemental lives were almost entirely wiped out by the demons.
Heather, protected by the remaining few dozen elemental lives, coughed up blood while healing and kept her unwavering gaze on him.
The invisible force Ronan had previously shattered once now reformed and became even more overwhelming, pressing in on him from all directions like countless mountains.
Ronan looked at the mysterious gray stone that couldn’t be contained in the space ring yet clung to his palm like a magnet, growing to resemble him more and more. He suddenly raised his head, staring at the eyes peeking through the narrow crack of the half-closed door in the sky, and spoke lowly.
“Is this what you meant to express?”
“The momentum of destiny is an unstoppable torrent…”
“You want to crush me, is that it?”
The person behind the door didn’t respond.
However, someone near Ronan let out a soft chuckle.
“So it’s you.
You’re not Misha, Urian was spun around by you like a fool.”
The bald Witch Heart Hall man with spikes covering his face stepped toward Ronan, narrowing his eyes and slowly speaking.
“So, what’s your true name?”
Ronan retracted his gaze from the half-closed door and coolly looked at the bald man before him.
“You want to know?”
The bald man crossed his arms, his eyes sweeping over the layers of shadow tendrils wrapped around Ronan, curling his lips as if waiting for Ronan to answer himself.
“Then….”
Ronan’s gaze lowered, his tone pausing slightly.
The next second, a fiery pattern climbed upward along Ronan’s limbs, and black aura thick as mercury began to pour down.
“Crack crack crack——”
Amidst the crisp sounds of flesh tearing and bones colliding, Ronan’s body suddenly grew taller and taller…
One level..
Two levels..
Three levels…
…Sixfold Spiral Palace!
Amidst a terrifying aura akin to a thousand volcanoes erupting simultaneously, a massive, sinister hand snapped the layers of shadow tendrils like paper, casting a giant shadow over the bald man’s head.
Then….
In a low, hoarse, and steady voice, it pressed down hard!
“Kneel and listen.”
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