Chapter 744: Chapter 380: Song of Desolation—Fight, Fight, Fight! What Do You Have Left to Stop Me?!
In an instant, the sky over the battlefield seemed to spill countless streams of dark red plasma, turning the entire world into a sea of blood.
The terrifying dark blood glow was like a mushroom cloud rapidly rising, slowly spreading out. Everywhere it passed, the plains and wilderness of the oasis saw one demon silently melt like red wax in the blood glow, dying where they stood.
The ghostly apparitions that once occupied the heights, with their chilling aura, two blurry ghostly figures wielding a long, slender giant scythe and a giant chopper, were swept away, dissolved, and devoured under the deluge of dark plasma…
“Crack—crack—”
The sound of crisp breaking came from the two altar phantoms behind Salanqi, suddenly splitting apart, making him grunt and step back two steps, with the three pupils in his eyes dispersing completely.
At that moment, everyone froze.
They stared blankly at the center of the blood-light explosion, a mysterious and immense sorrow enveloping each person’s heart.
In a trance, it felt as if they saw the bloody sea death surge, with blood mists gradually spreading over the surface, densely filled with ancient corpses beneath…
As all the strange phenomena disappeared, the dark blood color gradually retracted.
A tall and imposing figure finally appeared before them.
At this moment, Ronan held a spear in one hand, his long hair lightly swaying.
On his body, all around him, a dense, dark blood color was gradually receding like the tide.
Ronan’s eyes were slightly closed, tear marks flowing down his cheeks, his whole being enveloped in an indescribable eerie aura.
It wasn’t until a voice filled with extreme disbelief reverberated through the air that he was drawn from this state.
“True…True Intent Level Spell?!”
“Is this the power wielded only by those who have grasped the true intent of a spell?!”
“Boom—”
A silent uproar exploded in the scene, and countless pupils trembled.
Present were mainly Level 5 Wizards, the most outstanding elites of the Wizard Force from the Destiny Empire, even beyond the realm of genius, considered strong among their peers, and not a few had comprehended Forbidden-level Domains.
Yet, the Forbidden-level Domain and grasping the true intent of a spell are entirely different concepts. The latter is an insight into the essence of the spell, already touching the level of truly mastering rules.
In the realm of Level 5 Wizards, the activation of the True Spirit to freely manipulate Heaven and Earth energy was actually a manifestation of rule power.
But compared to grasping the true intent of a spell… the mastery of rule power of the latter does not even count for much.
Previously, Ronan had displayed enough power to obliterate the ordinary Forbidden, which, while surprising, was still within the realm of everyone’s understanding and tolerance. Now, however, it left nothing but shock and astonishment.
“Corpses…Dead Sea…Sorrowful intent…”
Ronan slowly opened his eyes, still immersed in the sensation of using [Instinct Grip] to completely invoke the Sea of Death Power.
At the moment of unleashing the move, it was as if countless ancient souls were weeping and howling by his ears, the sound of grief piercing through to the soul, like a tragic and mournful requiem, as if telling him some forgotten ancient truth.
The secrets of the cultivation technique [Ascetic Body Refinement] seemed to have multiplied…..
“Ka ka ka——”
The sound like large gears turning laboriously caught Ronan’s attention.
He looked up, his gaze once again falling upon Salanqi ahead.
His opponent’s spell had been suppressed and broken, even the ancient altar phantoms behind him had “exploded” two, yet he seemed unwilling to give up.
At this moment, Salanqi’s entire being presented a half-virtual state, countless ghostly lights converging on his body.
The three pupils in each of his eyes started to expand eerily, becoming like lustrous crystals.
At the center of his brow, a larger crystal emerged, gradually blurring both his appearance and form, fully entering a state of True Spirit activation.
“Seven-Star Elemental Spirit…”
Ronan noticed a massive totem quickly forming behind Salanqi, with a slight glint in his eyes, he softly spoke: “Inheritance Array!”
The power of the Inheritance Array which he hadn’t witnessed on Thomas before was now finally revealed in full on Salanqi.
The Inheritance Array pattern behind Salanqi resembled a bizarre eight-armed black scorpion, filled with an ominous and evil aura.
With the activation of the Inheritance Array, the wizards from Witch Heart Hall detached from the shock of Ronan’s display of a True Intent Level Spell, one by one, their expressions turned fervent anew.
The aura from Salanqi continued to soar, and the vast tide of energy gushed out of the eight-armed black scorpion’s array totem, forming a deep, dark as night dusk field, slowly unfurling behind him.
The ancient altar shadows, which had been immaterial, became solid with the infusion of surging energy, as if they had crossed over from a decayed ancient land, appearing concretely on the battlefield.
The two blurry ghostly figures Ronan had previously destroyed with a single spear reappeared, and on another ancient altar, a third ghostly figure silently emerged—a massive, bloated irregular form, like countless corpses piled haphazardly, with two strange hooked blades attached to chains in its hands.
Any one of the ghostly figures was at least ten times stronger than before.
Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly, gently gripping the spear in his right hand.
Countless deep red patterns swiftly climbed up the Eight-blade Spear, transforming it into a dark red spear, the eight blades quivered lightly, emitting the mournful lament of the Dead Sea.
The dense black patterns of Ancient Power on his body, and the black hair behind him, were also gradually tinged with deep red.
The fit between the [Ancient Mara’s Body] and the Sea of Death Power was extraordinarily seamless, as if made in heaven. Ronan’s form stretched, and with a “ka ka ka—” sound, the Mara’s Body, covered in countless dark red patterns, swelled several times over.
“Rustle—Rustle—”
Almost all black faded away, completely transformed into crimson aura like the waters of the Dead Sea, swirling around Ronan’s feet and body.
When Ronan comprehended the secret technique of [Mara’s Cry of Grief], his physical combat system underwent a qualitative transformation.
Instinct triggered, True Intent in grasp!
Although [Ascetic Body Refinement] is still a bit short of breaking through, he can already glimpse the power and mystery of the next realm, able to invoke part of the Grandmaster’s Power in advance.
“Buzz—Buzz—”
An aura of dark red light emanated from Ronan’s body, compared to the previous extreme ferocity, now his aura was more refined, with a deeper and more mysterious quality.
The momentum spread onto the surrounding onlookers, bringing a suffocating pressure directly upon them.
The sky of the Oasis faded from mottled, splitting into two colors.
One side was dark black, the other bathed in blood red.
If Ronan was a fierce and majestic black meteor before, now this meteor has transformed into dark red, becoming even more terrifying and domineering.
Golden Titanium collided with a crisp, pleasing sound, draping once more onto Ronan, sixteen recombined golden wings unfolded, as the momentum reached a certain peak state, a gleam flashed in Ronan’s blood-soaked eyes, and he suddenly vanished from the spot.
“Tear—”
The sky and battlefield, endless blood light suddenly burst forth, a giant dark crimson thunderbolt directly striking Salanqi’s face.
Salanqi in the True Spirit state dissolved like fog, the giant eight-armed black scorpion totem behind him rotated like a light wheel, three ancient altars emitted a heavy “clack-clack” sound.
“Hoo—”
Three ghostly shadows appeared almost simultaneously in front of the dark crimson thunderbolt, giant scythes, choppers, and chained hook blades slashing out silently, slicing through the thunderbolt body.
A spear covered in blood patterns emerged from the thunder, the eight blades slightly expanded, quivering endlessly, like a giant snake with its blood mouth open.
“Boom!”
Two mighty forces collided, the thunder shattered, Ronan adorned with gold and blood like an agile dragon, leapt out from the dark crimson thunderbolt.
The Eight-blade Momentum Spear swept horizontally, slashing out a massive crescent-shaped blood light wheel, directly knocking away the three blurred ghostly shadows surrounding him.
“Crack—”
The ancient altars corresponding to the three ghostly shadows emitted a sound of overwhelming burden, the seven Primordial Spirit Crystals on Salanqi’s face flickered, his hands raised, summoning columns of ghostly blue light to descend.
The three projected ghostly shadows also roared silently, sweeping in once again.
At this moment Ronan was still wearing the Crystal Crown.
He utilized the technique of [Instinct Grip] to engage the great power from the deep of the Dead Sea, seemingly aligning with the Tide Meditation Method contained within the Deep Knowledge Crown.
The power of the blood-colored Dead Sea surged like tides, wave after wave from the depths of the sea, reinforcing his spear momentum.
[Instinct Grip] adhered to the rhythm of the tides, pulling together the rules and veins of the natural world, wave after wave, the power of the Dead Sea Ronan released grew more abundant and fierce!
“Boom—!”
At a certain moment, the scene that had occurred before seemed to reappear!
Ronan’s spear swept out, instantly raising a tempestuous, overwhelming roar of the Dead Sea imagery in the eyes of the onlookers.
The tragic and majestic sound of grief reemerged, like an unfinished war song from the ancient seabed…
“Boom—!”
Amidst countless blood-colored lightning strikes, Salanqi’s three ghostly shadows were once again devoured by terrifying power, “Bang!” Three ancient altars behind Salanqi exploded simultaneously.
The seven Primordial Spirit Crystals on Salanqi’s face flashed relentlessly, arms spread wide, emitting terrifying screeches.
Dense ghostly blue energy beams descended, the phantom realm behind him pressing down like a curtain.
But the next second, it was torn apart by a dominant and terrifying blood light.
Ronan’s sixteen pairs of golden wings were fully displayed behind him, wearing the Crystal Crown, holding a spear, stepping onto Salanqi’s head.
“Whoosh—”
At this moment, the dark red aura swirling around him was tumultuous, and the blood-colored Dead Sea phenomenon behind him boiled completely.
Layers of blood-colored rings spread from him, firmly resisting the surrounding tide-like encroaching darkness and undead energy.
Ronan’s gaze was intense, but he didn’t look at Salanqi, instead, he stared straight at those eyes peeking behind the concealed door in the sky.
The Eight-blade Spear lifted, at this moment Ronan resembled a blazing unmatched sun rising from the blood-colored Dead Sea!
“What else… can you use to stop me?!”
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