Ronan's words were like invisible blades, piercing through layers of space and striking straight into Cooper's heart.
Cooper's expression froze, his mouth slightly agape as if he had no retort.
Ronan looked down at him from above, extending his right hand. In his palm, an armband with swirling stars began to float.
"All you want is the legacy. Does it really matter if I am the true Ronan Damien?"
Cooper's expression shifted, and after a moment, he spoke with reluctant resignation, "I saw you consume it with my own eyes—"
"This, right?"
With a flick of his finger, Ronan produced a solidified ice flower. At its center, a faintly visible drop of amethyst liquid could be seen.
It was the Purple Mist Flower juice that Cooper had secretly added to the soup earlier, now perfectly intact and retrieved by Ronan.
At this point, Cooper seemed to calm down completely.
He said nothing more, but the edges of his body began to blur, and wisps of black smoke rose as if he were melting and evaporating.
Ronan's eyes flickered, and the twenty-nine golden tentacles behind him shot out rapidly, piercing through the void like golden spears, their chainsaw-like roar carrying a terrifying heat and tearing intent.
"Bang!"
Several of the golden tentacles instantly pierced through Cooper's body, but he burst into a cloud of black smoke like a popped bubble.
The twenty-nine golden tentacles immediately retracted, transforming from brilliant gold to deep silver, flowing like armor to envelop Ronan layer by layer.
[Spatial Silvering]! A strange spatial ripple emanated, and Ronan's figure abruptly vanished from his original spot, reappearing hundreds of meters away.
After several consecutive flashes, Ronan frowned and dispelled the Ithium metal from the silvering, instead relying on his mental power to directly pursue the fleeing Cooper.
When he was a second-level wizard, [Spatial Silvering] and short-distance spatial teleportation had been Ronan's go-to tools for chasing down fleeing enemies. But now, as a third-level wizard facing a fourth-level Dawn Wizard, teleporting a mere few hundred meters at a time was clearly insufficient. Factoring in the cooldown between teleports, it was actually slower than flying on his own.
Ronan began to consider finding time to further optimize and upgrade the Soul Runes related to spatial mysteries.
Propelled by mental power comparable to a late-stage fourth-level wizard, Ronan's speed reached an extreme, his figure stretching into an indistinguishable golden streak in the sky.
In just a few breaths, Ronan's vision once again caught sight of Cooper's figure.
The distance between the two continued to close, and Cooper glanced back several times, his dark and ugly face occasionally flashing with panic.
As the outline of the "Silver Falcon" airship came into view in the distance, Ronan's relentless pursuit suddenly came to a halt.
"Wait!"
Ronan frowned.
He realized that he actually had no need to chase Cooper. His ultimate goal was to distance himself from the other party.
As a fourth-level Dawn Wizard, even if there was a gap in mental power and combat ability, Cooper's flying speed shouldn't have been so far behind his own, allowing Ronan to catch up so easily.
Cooper's earlier behavior seemed less like a genuine escape and more like a deliberate attempt to lead Ronan toward a specific location.
At this moment, as if realizing his plan had been exposed, Cooper, who had been fleeing, also came to a stop.
He turned to face Ronan, his face now devoid of any trace of "panic" or "nervousness."
Through the raging wind and lightning, Ronan stood high in the sky, locking eyes with Cooper from a distance.
Soon, he noticed that the "Silver Falcon" airship behind Cooper began to "disintegrate." The beautiful "bonsai garden" on the back of the giant bird-like airship vanished, replaced by towering runic light screens. Even if a direct conflict broke out, Ronan was not afraid of Cooper and his companion. The reason he had taken such pains to leave the "Silver Falcon" was because it was their "home ground," and he feared there might be hidden tricks aboard.
As it turned out, he was right.
"Ronan."
At that moment, as if another force had been injected, the already dim sky grew even darker. The wind and thunderstorm flowing across the heavens became denser.
Cooper spread his arms, as if welcoming something, calling Ronan's name. A cold and mocking smile spread across his handsome face.
Ronan watched him coldly, then without hesitation, turned and flew through the raging storm at an even faster speed, heading away from the enormous deep cyan eye in the sky.
"It's a remote projection array. Someone is about to descend with a Primal Spirit avatar. To achieve this, they must be at least a fifth-level wizard."
Alazan's aged voice echoed in Ronan's ear.
Ronan's eyes flickered, but he remained silent, continuously channeling his mental energy.
Suddenly, a strong wave of Spell energy surged from the side, accompanied by a faint sense of scorching heat.
Ronan's figure abruptly halted. He raised his hand, and Ithium flowed out from beneath his Wizard Robe, quickly forming into massive golden eagle wings that folded together. "Boom!"
A crimson torrent of flames collided with the exquisitely crafted golden wings. Countless burning feathers scattered as the eight golden wings spread out, their razor-sharp edges slicing through the torrent, cutting it apart.
Ronan slowly brushed away a few drifting sparks in front of him and saw a figure clad in a fire lizard robe standing at the end of the flame torrent.
It was Lumian.
He wasn't dead. He had broken free from the Taboo ice seal.
However, his condition wasn't great. His face was pale, and the wound on his chest from the golden touch remained. His eyes, however, were fixed intently on Ronan.
Ronan's gaze turned cold. He extended his fingers, plucking at the invisible threads of magic in the void. But before he could release his Spell, a surge of intense energy forced him to turn and look back.
In the distance, the runic light screen on the back of the "Silver Falcon" had fully formed.
Under the dark, heavy sky, endless free energy particles gathered, even causing the swirling wind and lightning to dissipate. Finally, six points of light, brighter than diamonds by ten thousand times, condensed in the sky.
Crimson beams connected the six points, forming a hexagram.
An indescribable, terrifying force cascaded down from the immense hexagram like a waterfall, pouring out in all directions as if the heavens were collapsing and the seas were splitting.
Ronan felt countless needle-like stings. The skin exposed to the air felt as if it were being repeatedly sanded by an invisible force.
Ronan had witnessed the might of a fifth-level wizard before. According to Alazan, what he was facing now should only be a projection of a Primal Spirit avatar.
The sensation it brought to Ronan was even more terrifying than the presence of the fifth-level Wizard he had felt during the Genius Contest.
Ronan took a deep breath and swiftly flew away, taking advantage of the fact that the terrifying hexagram formation had not yet fully taken shape.
However, he had barely flown for less than half a breath when Alazan's warning voice rang in his ear. "Be careful!"
A strong sense of foreboding arose from the depths of his heart. Ronan instinctively turned his body, and the Ithium metal that had not yet dissipated around him transformed into eagle wings to protect him at this moment. Time seemed to slow down countless times.
Ronan watched as a solidified black energy beam almost grazed the tip of his nose. The golden eagle wing on that side made no sound as it was swept by the beam, as if it had been vaporized, disappearing without a trace.
He could clearly hear the rapid "thump thump" of his heart. At the edge of his vision was Lumian's face, filled with smugness and ferocity, laughing heartily.
His mouth opened and closed, as if saying to Ronan, "Escape? Do you think you can escape?"
"Whoosh—"
Ronan exhaled a turbid breath, and the slowed flow of time returned to normal. His spiritual power completely dispersed, and his figure flickered like a flash, repeatedly dodging in a void.
In the sky, black energy beams fell like raindrops. In the distance, the massive hexagram slowly rotated. Between it and Ronan was a completely vacuum zone, and those wildly cascading energy beams seemed to descend directly onto Ronan's head.
"Spatial Spell fluctuations..."
As Ronan dodged, he detected the dense spatial Spell fluctuations around him, finally understanding why the hexagram's attacks were so swift and bizarre.
He gritted his teeth, continuously performing near-limit evasions.
Each energy beam aimed at him had a terrifying power comparable to his full-strength Spell, reaching the level of a Taboo Spell.
A faint, almost invisible golden light enveloped his body. It was Alazan's soul power, constantly correcting Ronan's extreme evasive movements to avoid being hit by the energy beams.
This must have been very strenuous for him.
Ronan could occasionally hear Alazan's heavy breathing.
Finally, the storm-like attack suddenly stopped. In the distance, the dazzling hexagram formation under the dim sky ceased its rotation, as if gathering strength for the next wave of assault.
Ronan stopped moving, his face and body almost completely drenched in sweat. His shoulders rose and fell slightly as he breathed evenly and deeply.
In just a few breaths, he had narrowly escaped severe injury or death nearly a hundred times. Such pressure was not something an ordinary person could endure.
"You're actually unharmed?!"
Lumian, who had witnessed everything from not far away, widened his eyes in disbelief, staring at Ronan, who was completely unscathed. The next second, his expression twisted into a ferocious snarl.
"Next time, you won't be so lucky!"
"If you're willing to hand over the inheritance now..."
Cooper's voice came from afar, but Ronan paid no attention.
His eyes remained fixed on the massive hexagram formation under the distant sky, which had begun to rotate again.
His gaze was calm. He took a deep breath and then, "First Spiral Palace!"
"Hum—"
In an instant, all the sweat on his body evaporated, and his cascading white hair rose high, each strand turning as black as the night.
Tiny black flames and arcs of light surged out, "Crack, crack—" Ronan's figure grew taller and taller, accompanied by an indescribable, terrifying aura emanating from his body. He had already entered the state of the "Ancient Mara Body."
"Whoosh—"
The void above his head rippled with an eerie disturbance as the first energy pillar descended.
Ronan's figure suddenly vanished, only to reappear right in front of Lumian.
His ghostly appearance caught Lumian completely off guard, causing his pupils to contract sharply. Lumian instinctively tried to retreat.
Ronan raised his hand, and the black aura surrounding him surged forward like tentacles, wrapping around Lumian's body before shifting to the side. "Boom!"
An energy pillar that followed closely behind grazed Ronan's body and completely engulfed Lumian.
With a calm expression, Ronan grabbed a severed finger that had flown out, removed several exquisite gemstone rings from it, and then extended his fingers into claws, grabbing a semi-ethereal soul that had just begun to materialize. He casually stuffed it into the square-cornered cowbell he had prepared earlier.
The sound of loud chewing and Lumian's heart-wrenching screams faded away as the cowbell was stored back into the space ring.
Every move Ronan made was so practiced, as if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind.
Only then did he turn around, bringing his arms together and pushing the rolling black aura outward to meet the energy pillars that had already arrived. "Boom—Boom—"
One after another, the energy pillars collided with a spiraling black shield, exploding on impact and sending waves of energy crashing, instantly engulfing a figure behind the shield.
Cooper couldn't help but take two steps forward, his eyes fixed on the spot where the explosion had occurred. His mind was still reeling from Lumian's sudden demise.
Cooper found it hard to describe the complex emotions he was feeling at that moment.
From initial disdain and contempt, to the confidence that even if the plan failed, he still had everything under control, to shock and disbelief—this little third-level wizard from the south had, in such a short time, given him one shock after another.
This should have been a straightforward mission, but now it had completely deviated from his initial expectations and control.
Even Lumian, who had come with him, had fallen.
If it weren't for the contingency left by that person, he might have followed in Lumian's footsteps.
Now, Cooper only wanted to see that southern boy die completely before his eyes.
He only wanted to see that outcome.
He knew Fumingge's personality—Fumingge would never allow a prodigy who showed more potential and talent than himself to remain by his side.
So, death was the only path for this guy!.. As Cooper's thoughts raced, he suddenly felt the daylight above him dimming rapidly.
He instinctively looked up and was startled to find that the sky within a radius of dozens of miles had entered an eerily calm state.
The disturbances caused by the activation of the Primal Spirit projection array, the chaotic winds and electric currents—everything had vanished without a trace.
All the energy in the void was flowing in one direction.
Cooper followed the trajectory of the energy flow, his gaze swiftly descending until it settled on a particular spot. In an instant, his pupils constricted sharply, and his heart seemed to skip a beat. An indescribable, overwhelming sense of dread, like a creeping vine, surged from the depths of his heart, spreading rapidly throughout his entire body.
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