As the oppressing and heavy atmosphere accumulated to its extreme, the sky and the earth were filled with dark red snowflakes.
In the center of the platform, the remaining golden sphere silently cracked open, releasing an indescribable aura of ancient, evil, dominating, and cold origin.
"Boom!"
A sudden surge of momentum rolled up like beacon smoke. Under the canopy of intertwined dark red lightning, everyone watched intensely—a vision of an ancient multi-headed snake, almost level with the sky, baring all eight heads fiercely, and within that vision, a domineering and fierce body, as if an ancient tyrant had descended upon the earth!
At this moment, Ronan's stature soared above three meters, elongated and majestic.
His entire body was interwoven with dark red and pitch-black rune patterns; his hair reached his knees, each strand seemingly soaked with fresh blood, silently swaying like living creatures.
