Under the chaotic sky, the fields of flame and shadow were torn apart by a golden halo. Waves of invisible golden ripples spread out, sharp as blades, cutting through layers of barriers. The space around them twisted and distorted, creating a surreal illusion.
Both Cooper and Lumian's faces were filled with shock and disbelief.
"When did he advance to Level Four?!"
"This mental power doesn't contain elemental attributes, so he's still Level Three. But how can a Level Three wizard possess such a powerful mental force field?!"
Ronan stood at the center of countless golden ripples, his black Wizard Robe now tinted gold by the glow of his own mental power. He seemed to be gilded with a brilliant golden edge.
His eyes were unusually colored, impossible to describe precisely, like a tranquil pool of water that, upon closer inspection, seemed to hide a bottomless vortex capable of captivating the soul.
This was the first time Ronan had so recklessly unleashed his full mental power.
Within his consciousness space, eleven Mental Power Crystals shone brightly, arranged in an inexplicable formation, rotating around a single point of emptiness.
After condensing the eleventh Mental Power Crystal, Ronan's mental power had already surpassed that of an average early-stage Level Four Dawn Wizard. Now, with the amplification of the [Ethereal Extreme Thought] state, aside from not yet embracing the light of elements due to not having advanced to Level Four, both the quality and quantity of his mental power completely overwhelmed Lumian and Cooper before him.
Both of them were only early-stage Level Four, while Ronan now was nearly on par with a late-stage Level Four.
The immense mental force field drew in vast amounts of free energy particles from the surroundings, condensing into various bizarre and fantastical phenomena in the void.
Ronan stood amidst these phenomena, his figure unmoving, only his Wizard Robe billowing.
Cooper and Lumian quickly recovered from their momentary shock and awe, and almost simultaneously, an intense killing intent erupted from both of them.
The trembling incantations they spat out resonated with the void. Explosive flames surged like countless magma fountains, forming a vast river of fire that encircled Lumian's body before condensing into a massive, tangible molten hurricane. With a flick of Lumian's crystal fire staff, the hurricane roared toward Ronan.
In an instant, the void within dozens of miles around Lumian turned into a sea of molten fire, with meteors of flame flying everywhere!
As for Cooper on the other side, he now held a black short staff adorned with a claw-like grip holding a purple crystal. With a mere wave of his staff, vast amounts of dark energy converged toward him.
The spider patterns embroidered on his Wizard Robe seemed to come to life, and from the rolling black smoke behind him, elongated, sharp purple crystal-like substances slowly emerged, resembling a terrifying venomous spider lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment. Both of them attacked almost simultaneously.
The molten hurricane tore through the layers of golden light-filled force fields, charging toward Ronan with an unstoppable, ferocious momentum.
A Level Four Dawn Wizard, with their Primal Spirit nurtured and their mental power embracing the light of elements, could unleash energy a hundred times greater or more with a single Spell compared to a wizard below Level Four.
Lumian's Spell, if unleashed in the mortal world, would be powerful enough to destroy a small city.
As the terrifying molten hurricane approached, the endless golden light in the void began to converge.
At the end of the converging golden light, countless torrents of metal surged forth, swiftly transforming into massive golden eagle wings that unfurled outward with a resounding "Boom!"
The molten firestorm struck the golden eagle wings head-on without any finesse, the terrifying heat melting the golden feathers.
Suddenly, a thick black mist began to spread across the battlefield. Within the mist, deep purple crystal spears, resembling spider legs, tore through layers of space in an instant, striking the unfurling golden eagle wings! "Bang!"
The molten firestorm, the purple crystal spider spears, and the golden eagle wings all exploded simultaneously.
The terrifying residual energy directly swept a small section of the void into a vacuum wasteland. As the chaotic currents gradually subsided, Cooper and Lumian squinted their eyes, quickly spotting Ronan, motionless amidst the floating molten golden metal.
Ronan seemed unconcerned with the outcome of this magical clash. His full attention was focused on the tip of his right hand's finger.
There, a strange light began to emerge, flaring up like a firework, then burning fleeting gilded runes into the void.
Once the entire text was revealed, Ronan made a diagonal slash with his hand, and all the runes in the void immediately scattered like ashes.
This was the soul contract he had formed when he joined the Silver Magic Ring.
Under the rules of the contract, he could not take any action that might harm the interests of the Magic Ring or the lives of its official members.
If he wished to violate it, someone from the Magic Ring would have to attack him first.
Now, the conditions were met, and he unilaterally tore the contract apart.
Ronan watched as the text scattered like ashes, a hint of inexplicable melancholy and reflection in his eyes.
As his gaze slowly returned to Cooper and Lumian before him, there was no longer any ripple in his eyes.
"Now then..."
Ronan calmly looked at the two men in front of him and spoke, "Please, die."
As he finished speaking, an endless surge of law domain energy erupted from his body, accompanied by blooming ice flowers and the fusion of his Ithium Ronan's [Living Steel] and [Mirror Soul] spells, creating a lifelike 'Ithium Clone.' Meanwhile, Alazan's soul techniques masked the fluctuations of using [Law-Breaking Power] to disrupt the Rune Array.
If Cooper and the others had been deceived by these tactics and allowed him to leave quietly, that would have been the end of it. But since they saw through it and pursued him, he had no choice but to ask them to die.
In the void, ancient glaciers spread, and above them, a vast and intense law domain unfolded. A scorching wind rose, carrying the thick, heavy scent of melting metal in the air.
Twenty-nine golden chainsaw tentacles, like burning golden man-eating flowers, bloomed fiercely and eerily.
Cooper and Lumian's expressions changed.
Previously, their combined magical attack had only managed to break through one layer of Ronan's magical defense, a result that was already hard for them to accept.
Now, with Ronan's full offensive unleashed, the profound and formidable display of the two magical systems made them even more apprehensive.
"￥%"
Lumian's face turned solemn as he waved his crystal fire staff, uttering ancient incantations.
In an instant, the previously scattered molten fire gathered before Ronan's eyes once more, this time releasing an even more intense surge of heat. It converged into dozens of nodes, each condensing into a fiercely burning crimson-gold flame crystal.
"Crystal Fire Matrix!"
Lumian shouted, and the dozens of molten fire crystals began to move in a unique formation, tracing mysterious trajectories in the void.
In that moment, an invisible yet terrifying force was generated. The void seemed to be sliced into neat blocks like butter under a hot knife. This scorching, explosive power of annihilation surged directly toward Ronan.
Ronan remained expressionless, extending the icy domain of [Frozen Soil] with a single hand.
One by one, the ice spells that had stepped into the extraordinary collided with Lumian's spell formation. Though they didn't melt instantly, they quickly dissolved, and the glacier gradually crumbled.
With a flip of his palm, a dazzling snow kingdom emerged from the collapsing domain. Before the fiery net-like crystal fire formation could envelop it, it rapidly contracted. All the cold air in the void converged, finally forming a crystal-clear deep blue ice sphere in Ronan's palm.
Within the ice sphere, intertwined with countless strands of cold air, the faint outline of an ancient glacier and snowfield could be seen.
Ronan casually pushed the ice sphere outward, and countless deep blue frost veins extended through the void, with forbidden arcs of light faintly visible.
"Boom!"
The ice sphere made contact with the matrix formed by the crystal fire, and the forces of ice and flame clashed, colliding between their respective law domains.
In less than a few breaths, all the scorching heat in the void was completely overwhelmed by the ice and snow. "Crack—"
A massive layer of ice grew directly in the void, freezing one after another of the burning flame crystals.
Rolling cold air spread outward, and Lumian, caught in the aftermath, was sent flying back as if struck by electricity.
He wiped a thin layer of frost from his staff, his expression turning as grim as it could be.
"Is this the strength a third-level wizard should have?!"
He, a fourth-level Dawn Wizard, had his fire spells completely suppressed by a third-level wizard's ice spells.
If someone had described this to him without him witnessing it firsthand, he would have dismissed it as a fairy tale! "Tear—"
Amidst the swirling black mist, purple crystal spider spears shot through the void like lightning, attacking Ronan from all directions.
Twenty-nine golden chainsaw-like tentacles suddenly rose, weaving a dazzling shadow around Ronan.
"Clang clang clang—"
The rapid clashing of metal accompanied the explosive sounds of spell collisions. All of Cooper's spell spears were blocked by Ronan's golden tentacles, but Ronan suddenly grunted, his brows quickly furrowing.
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"Heh heh..."
Cooper's figure flickered like a ghost, and a cold laugh echoed from within the black mist.
But with a single gesture from Ronan, layers of golden light intertwined around him, forming an incredibly complex and exquisite diamond crystal shape. Cooper's laughter abruptly ceased.
Cooper was clearly smarter than Lumian. Each of his spell attacks carried the elemental mental assault unique to Dawn Wizards.
This was a blatant exploitation of Ronan's weakness—his lack of elemental light in his mental power.
However, he didn't expect that Ronan also possessed a mental defense spell, the "Diamond Heart" inherited from the spirit of "Golden Fire" Ling Moye, which completely blocked the elemental infiltration attacks hidden within the mental energy.
"Boom!"
The arena erupted with rolling ice dust, and surging flames suddenly soared. Lumian let out a long roar, raising his staff high as more flame crystals were summoned, and his entire aura surged several times over.
The dark clouds in the sky descended, seemingly connected to the rising black mist shadows below. Purple crystal spider spears appeared, with black patterns continuously growing on their surfaces. Both Cooper and Lumian unleashed their full power as Level 4 Dawn Wizards without reservation.
The two occupied separate positions in the sky, locked in a mutual struggle, transforming their force fields and law domains into a rolling torrent, crushing toward Ronan.
Ronan pointed a finger, and the ice sphere formed by "Snow Kingdom in the Palm" directly exploded. The unleashed energy pressure created a gap in the duo's spell force fields. Black octagonal snowflakes fell, and ancient frost rose from below, the shadow of an ancient frost overlord inherited from bloodline quietly lifting its head amidst the chaos. Flames, darkness, and frost—three forces collided and clashed in a single void, mixed with more spells from other systems.
The edge of the Storm Realm was already a place of chaotic energy, and in this domain, it was stirred into a muddy mess by the spell fluctuations.
Three figures flickered amidst countless energy currents. To an uninformed observer, it would undoubtedly appear as a chaotic battle between Level 4 Wizards.
Yet, who could know that the truth of the battle was actually two Level 4 Wizards joining forces against a single Level 3 Wizard?
"Boom!"
Above the battlefield, a small patch of dark clouds suddenly thickened.
In an instant, all the raging thunder and storms in the vicinity were completely cleared by some mysterious force.
An intense aura of Taboo emerged, and deep blue thunder directly descended from the heights.
"This is impossible?!"
Within the battle group, someone let out a low roar of utter disbelief.
Immediately after, five semi-illusory ancient serpent shadows broke through layers of energy currents, carrying the evil, domineering, and icy aura of an ancient frost overlord, quietly lifting their heads amidst the chaos, necks arching in wild hisses, then all biting fiercely toward a certain point at the center of the battle group!
"Crack—"
"Boom!"
The chaotic battlefield directly exploded. Amidst the terrifying torrents of energy resembling surging waves, a towering iceberg rapidly rose from the ground.
A figure clad in a spider-patterned purple robe fled in disarray from the chaos, flying to the edge of the battlefield, barely managing to erect a spell energy shield to stabilize himself.
At this moment, Cooper's face no longer held any trace of the elegant composure of an ancient noble, only a look of panic and uncertainty.
He did not flee far, but turned back, his eyes fixed on the distant location where the iceberg had risen.
Soon, his pupils contracted, and his expression grew increasingly shocked, increasingly disbelieving. Finally, the scene at the center of the battle group fully revealed itself before his eyes—
In the void stood a deep blue iceberg covered in black veins, exuding a strong aura of ancient Taboo.
Within the iceberg, a figure in red robes with red hair stood frozen in place.
His face was frozen in an expression of shock and terror.
Several golden, grotesque tentacles, as if cast from molten gold, pierced through the iceberg, impaling his entire chest.
At the other end of these golden tentacles stood a handsome young man with black robes and white hair, who coldly turned his gaze toward him.
"Impossible… this can't be…"
Cooper stared at the scene, his mind momentarily dazed, muttering incessantly.
"A third-level… how could he comprehend the power of the Forbidden Magic Domain? How could he possess spiritual strength comparable to a late fourth-level?"
His right hand, gripping the black staff tightly, dug his nails deep into his flesh, almost drawing blood.
In a fleeting moment, Cooper suddenly realized something.
His expression twisted into a snarl as he glared at the handsome young man before him, shouting, "You're not Ronan Damien, are you?! Who are you? Where is the real Ronan Damien?!"
"Squelch―"
The golden tentacles, flowing with molten lava, slowly withdrew from the frozen body of Lumian.
Ronan stepped through the void, walking slowly toward Cooper, his expression as calm as ever.
"As a fourth-level Dawn Wizard…"
"Your will to fight… is far too weak."
(End of Chapter)