A deep purple light blossomed in the dark space.
Like a star shining, it rapidly descended, leaving a high-temperature scorching trail in the void, then spread to the sides as a figure slowly emerged from the rapidly passing light.
Ronan calmly surveyed the surroundings, using himself as the anchor point. In his perception, this piece of space was continuously "tilting" to the left.
The speed of this tilt was extremely slow, and there was also a force trying to straighten this tilting trend, making it difficult to detect.
Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.
This Level 7 battlefield was almost only "a wall away" from the external world, a space temporarily carved out and reinforced.
