Chapter 742: Chapter 378: Sweeping Through—Not Enough, Keep Going!
"Boom!"
A large hand like a dark cloud tore through the air and slammed onto the bald man’s forehead, accompanied by a series of crisp bone-cracking sounds.
The man’s head quickly dented in, his eyes bulged out, and the numerous black long nails on his face were forcefully ejected by the terrifying giant power.
With some Spell Seals released, his entire body immediately swelled rapidly like a balloon, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed back into a gigantic mass of corpse parts resembling a meat mountain, then... continued to cave in and collapse...
"Boom!"
The mass of corpse parts that the bald man transformed into crashed down on the ground like a gigantic meteor, and in the deafening sound, the earth trembled, leaving a massive crater of immeasurable depth on the surface.
Everything happened in such a short time that almost everyone present did not react.
When the Wizards realized what had happened, everyone was enveloped in a strange silence.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
Ronan slowly stretched his body, his bones and flesh emitting a slight sound.
The shadow tentacles entwining him snapped like fragile hemp ropes, breaking one by one.
—A perfect three-meter-tall Demon Body, adorned with flame-like intricate and elegant tattoos, long black hair cascading like a waterfall to his ankles, surrounded by black Aura like water, mimicking the sound of tides slamming against rocks, with countless conch shells echoing their cry.
As he slowly raised his head, his face was both sinisterly menacing and somewhat enchantingly handsome, with a pair of pure black eyes seemingly holding an ancient sea of deathly stillness.
At this moment, Ronan resembled a fiercely burning black meteor, continuously radiating an unparalleled and domineering aura.
"Ah, destiny..."
Ronan extended his right hand, a golden gear on his wrist spinning rapidly, as if the sound of countless gears meshing and turning could be heard.
His slender five fingers spread open, seemingly grasping the eyes peering from behind the sky’s half-hidden door.
As the five fingers slowly closed, countless black Aura gathered into his palm, forming an ancient and weighty black long spear, with the eight blades at the tip resonating.
"Watch me shatter this torrent."
Ronan tightened his grip on the long spear, his black flame-like hair danced without wind, and he withdrew his gaze from the sky, narrowing his eyes slightly, where in the depths of his pupils, that tranquil Dead Sea surged into turmoil.
"Swoosh—"
Ronan’s figure suddenly disappeared, only to erupt in the next moment with a terrifying earth-shattering roar.
Like a blazing fiercely burning black star plummeting into a calm pool, instantly stirring towering waves.
Countless chanting voices, Rune Fluctuation, Energy Fluctuation... all instantly erupted.
"Rumble!"
The eight-blade spear, like an immensely thick pure black lightning, tore through multiple layers of Void in a flash, thrusting fiercely toward the titanized river, toward the figure seated on the black throne.
Ronan’s Star Force Field and Sixfold Spiral Palace, under the Master Level Perfection of Ascetic Body Refinement, merged and overlapped the Life Force Field, instantly ripping through the sole spiritual and energy defense field of the Level 5 Late Stage Wizard present.
The terrifying power conducted through the Void, displaying a scene of rolling heat waves, viscous and distorted visuals along the way.
The long spear hadn’t even approached, yet the throne under the figure shattered immediately, who let out a cold snort and swiftly retreated.
The suppressed titanium broke free, trembled back by Ronan’s side, transforming into Golden Armor, Golden Wings attached to his Mara’s Body.
"It has been with me for so long..."
Ronan casually tore a piece of golden feather from behind, murmuring, "Never has it been wronged like this before."
"Clang—"
In the sound of wings pulling from their scabbard, Ronan’s figure traced a black and gold streamlined arc, crossing multiple space distances in a flash, suddenly appearing in front of the retreating Level 5 Late Stage Witch Heart Hall Wizard.
The eight-blade spear swept across, the person who lost the throne had their face and body, previously concealed by an enigmatic mist, shredded by the terrifying spear light, revealing a face of wide-eyed disbelief and extraordinary bravery.
Ronan glanced at him coldly, lifting the spear to stab, just as the spear was about to pierce the forehead, it was deflected by an obscure blade light entwined with multiple layers of runes and forbidden aura.
The valiant man seized the moment, with a "boom," turning into black smoke and dispersing.
"Hmm?"
Ronan blinked, turned to look in the direction from which the blade light came.
He saw Zig, wearing a top hat, Urian, and the youth of the Black Book who had previously summoned the Shadow Tentacle Spell to bind him, all gazing at him with somber expressions.
Behind each of them stood at least seven Black Robed Wizards from the Witch Heart Hall casting Spell reinforcement on them.
With the support of the Array, almost everyone’s aura had been elevated to beyond Level 5 Intermediate Level Stage.
"Then I’ll deal with you first."
Ronan turned around, holding the spear backward, gently flapped the Golden Wings, treading the Void as he walked toward them step by step.
His speed was seemingly slow, yet in reality fast, like light and mist, almost instantly closing in on the group of them.
"Sianda Sa..."
Urian issued a serpent-like chanting sound.
The two Golden Snake Earrings dangling from his ear lobes flew out by themselves, under tremendous energy, entwining in the Void, then madly replicating and multiplying, eventually entwining into a snake-shaped Arrow emitting a faint metallic sheen, wrapped in dense Forbidden Domain Power, it shot fiercely toward Ronan.
Forbidden lightning in the shape of serpents tore through the void, rushing forward. Ronan squinted, his eyes showing a slight ripple of the Dead Sea, and the runes engraved in scarlet like fresh blood on the shaft of the Eight-blade Spear in his hand lit up.
"[Instinct Grip]!"
In an instant, the spear seemed to draw upon the natural textures and veins of the world, directly manipulating the energy particles scattered in the space.
Ronan thrust his spear, the Eight-blade Spear, like a black dragon, colliding with the snake-shaped arrow. At just a slight touch, the forbidden domain qi it carried was utterly crushed, with innumerable entwined golden snakes shattering...
Due to the spell backlash, Urian, directly facing Ronan, along with the wizards of the Witch Heart Hall providing him with energy, almost simultaneously coughed up blood, stumbling backward.
Taking advantage of the moment when Ronan crushed Urian’s spell with his spear, a sinister blade light imbued with layers of runes silently broke through the void, slicing diagonally toward his neck.
In the distance, the hat-wearing Zig watched coldly, seemingly ready to witness the crimson spray from Ronan’s neck in the next second.
Yet Ronan didn’t even glance at the blade light, his demon body stretched, producing a cacophony of crackling sounds, his entire form seemingly expanding slightly outward.
The field formed by the overlap of the Star Force Field and Life Force Field, driven by black aura like mercury, seemed to turn from intangible to tangible.
Ronan’s entire body, covered in writhing ancient black patterns, emitted a terrifying aura of annihilation, sweeping like a tide over the spell blade light’s attached power.
Under his Force Field, the runes enhancing the blade light were quickly worn away one by one, and the speed of the blade light’s descent continuously slowed.
Zig’s eyes widened slowly as he watched his summoned Ghost Light Blade "limply" slash against Ronan’s body, deflecting off the Golden Titanium Armor with a "ding" and then shattering into pieces under Ronan’s grasp, his face losing all its darkness and calmness, leaving only a faintly dumbfounded disbelief.
"How... can this... be?"
A full-force strike from a Level 5 Intermediate Stage spell entering the forbidden magic domain, yet it couldn’t even break through the opponent’s surface defense?!
Zig’s understanding of the world experienced a subtle collapse.
But he didn’t remain stunned for long, as an overwhelmingly powerful force quickly pierced through his body.
The terrifying penetrating force continued after piercing Zig’s body, sweeping left and right, throwing the group of Level 4 and 5 wizards behind him, spitting blood and flying away.
"Why don’t you elementalize your body?"
Ronan casually withdrew the Eight-blade Spear from Zig’s body and asked indifferently, "Forgot?"
Zig clutched the huge bloody wound in his chest, pale-faced and unable to say a word.
Ronan shifted his gaze, locking onto the last young man holding a black book on the side of the Witch Heart Hall. The young man’s appearance somewhat reminded him of the "Chaos Secret Society" wizard, Li Weiqi, whom he had fought in the south.
The young man, having witnessed Ronan casually defeating Zig and Urian, looked even paler than before. As Ronan’s gaze fell upon him, he instinctively stepped back in a fluster.
"Don’t be afraid."
Ronan nodded at him, trying to keep his hoarse voice calm, "Use that spell of yours... to bind me!"
The young man flipped open the black book almost instantly, and along with the extremely rapid chanting, ink-like black stains quickly appeared around Ronan, each stain spawning copious shadow tentacles, wrapping around Ronan like vines.
"Not bad, feeling something..."
Ronan closed his eyes, feeling this binding power that seemed to be able to enwrap his soul.
As the binding power deepened, he felt the thin barrier of Ascetic Body Refinement at the master level begin to loosen, along with the continuous tumult of the Dead Sea within him.
The black Dead Sea hidden within the ancient black patterns on his body was something Ronan gradually discovered.
"Not enough, keep going."
Ronan opened his eyes, calmly looking at the young man before him and spoke.
Sweat poured like rain from the young man’s forehead, his chant rapid to the point of being unintelligible, while the wizards supporting him looked equally pale and severely overdrawn.
More shadow tentacles grew, layering upon each other, almost cocooning Ronan.
The sense of breakthrough grew stronger, the Dead Sea shaking incessantly, and more dark crimson surged up from its depths.
"Not enough... a bit more..."
"A bit more..."
Ronan urged repeatedly, intending to seize the opportunity for a breakthrough, feeling something on the verge of bursting out.
Just then, a sharp, angry scream resounded, followed by a violent sound of something cutting through air....
"Boom!"
In the black aura that burst like tides, a large patch of dark crimson emerged. The Eight-blade Spear swept horizontally, striking a flying mass of meat and bones like a ball.
Ronan snapped his eyes open, his originally purely black Dead Sea dark red emerging, and in an instant, a dense dark red arc of light burst out, its terrifying aura directly prompting the young man in the distance to exhale in shock, staggering and staring at him with horror, before retreating rapidly.
Ronan frowned, looking at the shadow spell tentacles that had snapped from the pull, the momentary dark red retreating back beneath the black aura, silently lamenting "what a shame."
He was sure he had grasped something, but unfortunately, the pressure the wizard from the Witch Heart Hall could give wasn’t enough, leaving him just short of a breakthrough.
At this moment, a penetrating sensation came from behind.
Ronan turned around, immediately spotting Casimodo on the other side of the battlefield, holding the Starlight Bow, his eyes gleaming, slowly releasing his bowstring as he softly uttered: "[Desecrating Moon]."
Along with his words, an unprecedented terrifying aura locked onto Ronan.
Immediately following was a stream of arrows, like a meteor falling from the night sky, tearing through the sky and shooting straight at Ronan’s face.