As the heavy and oppressive atmosphere reached its peak, dark red snowflakes filled the space between the sky and the earth.
On the central platform, the remaining golden light sphere silently cracked open, releasing an indescribable ancient, evil, overwhelming, and cold aura.
"Boom!"
An inexplicable momentum surged like smoke, under the interwoven dark red lightning of the heavens, everyone's eyes widened in shock as they beheld—a phantom of an ancient multi-headed serpent with eight heads, almost level with the heavens, and within that phantom, a domineering and fierce body that seemed to belong to an ancient overlord descending upon the world!
At this moment, Ronan stood over three meters tall, tall and majestic.
His entire body was interwoven with dark red and pitch-black runes, his long hair reaching his knees, each strand moving silently as if it had drunk blood, alive.
His neck and the sides of his face were covered with dense snake scales, and at the center of his brow grew a complex scarlet rune resembling a snowflake, surrounded by countless dark red snowflakes, exuding an incredibly enchanting, evil, and ancient noble aura.
In this moment, many people couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Along with the heavy sense of oppression that seemed to come from the depths of their bloodlines and souls, there was an indescribable surge of excitement.
Under the blood-colored snow, countless people began to tremble.
No one could have imagined that this battle was not over; the Ronan Damien they had deemed defeated still had a trump card!
The entire Fairy Ancient City ruins, with tens of thousands of wizards watching this battle, reached an unprecedented climax.
"Taboo... the true Taboo domain."
In a certain void, the Dawn Wizard from the Life Court was deeply moved, gazing at the world before him, almost covered in blood, and murmured in disbelief: "It seems not to be an ordinary Taboo domain, this is..."
"The True Meaning of Frost!"
Cold words were uttered by someone.
The Life Court's Dawn Wizard turned in astonishment to the source of the voice, only to see the black-robed old woman, who had shown little emotional fluctuation until now, staring intently at the dark red, fierce figure on the duel platform.
The black-robed Vivian's expression was icy, releasing an unabashed intense killing intent, almost bursting forth.
Her gaze fell upon a beautiful young girl with a frown, her voice low.
"The ancient evil will of frost is awakening within him; before the disaster is fully wrought, it will be extinguished by fierce fire."
Amidst the crowd that had fallen into a collective "frenzy," Lin Di Si, with an arm suspended in mid-air, wore a look of shock, staring blankly at the distant battlefield on the platform.
Moments later, an unparalleled strange light began to bloom in his green eyes.
Lin Di Si laughed heartily, his raised right hand clenched tightly.
"Boom!"
In an instant, among the countless wizards surrounding the Fairy Ancient City ruins, nearly a thousand wizards' bodies exploded without warning.
The exploded bodies, along with their blood, flesh, and souls, affected the surrounding area, carrying with them terror, pain, and wails, rapidly ascending into the air, forming complex and mysterious runes, which were then interconnected by strands of pitch-black light, creating an enormous Rune Array prototype.
The sudden brutal slaughter instantly incited chaos; when the final battle reached its most critical moment, this situation was akin to pouring a ladle of hot oil into a pot of boiling water! At this moment, the vast Fairy Ancient City ruins trembled violently.
Lin Di Si's long gray hair danced wildly, and an ocean-like mental force was released from within him.
He floated into the air, countless rays of light converging towards him, fully exposing him to everyone's view.
Lin Di Si stood at the midpoint between heaven and earth, large swathes of black light emerging around him, coalescing into thick, dark armor outlines on his body.
He raised one hand, fingers curled as if grasping the sun in the sky.
"Doru!"
Lin Di Si's voice rolled through the void like countless thunders, pointing towards the position of the battle on the platform, his smile radiant as he issued his command.
"I want both of them."
"Yes."
Below, the black-robed figure who had been following Lin Di Si responded in a low voice.
A powerful mental pressure, no less than that of dawn, emanated from him.
His black robe was torn by an invisible force, revealing the figure of a handsome, cold middle-aged man clad in pale bone armor, with purple hair.
The black-robed figures following the purple-haired man quickly spread out to either side, like a pool of black mercury seeping into gray sand, yet what surged forth was blood-red.
The chaos below triggered disturbances in the air above, with a Dawn Wizard among the onlookers breaking through the void, hastily trying to retreat, but at the edge of the already formed massive Rune Array in the sky, he encountered an invisible barrier and could not escape.
Lin Di Si lightly traced the void with his fingers, and strands of black flowing light were released from his body, instantly crossing countless distances in space, directly shattering a Dawn Wizard attempting to flee.
The fall of a dawn-level wizard, the extinguishing of a "sun," pushed the panic of everyone beneath this turmoil to a peak.
"To the south, my infinitely beloved motherland, only the nourishment of flesh and blood can make you more fertile."
Lin Di Si closed his eyes, arms outstretched, his face slightly raised, revealing an expression of extreme joy and enjoyment.
He seemed completely intoxicated in this slaughter and chaos he orchestrated.
Suddenly, an inexplicable wave caught his attention.
He opened his eyes, locking onto a stunning girl riding on the back of a gigantic black-feathered vulture, continuously attacking the Rune Array, her smile gradually widening.
His gaze flickered, and he formed seals with his hands, manipulating the great array to rumble into motion.
Immediately, the black-feathered vulture, which had been attacking the great array, suddenly turned its head, its cold and sinister gaze cast over, and in the blink of an eye, it released the girl on its back, transforming into a black-robed old woman who swiftly lunged towards him.
In the next moment, above the Fairy Ancient City ruins, two unparalleled black "suns" violently collided! "Crack crack crack—"
The agile golden light arrows shattered like exquisite porcelain between his slender fingers, turning into countless sparkling fragments that scattered in all directions.
The calm in Serena's eyes vanished; she was both shocked by the "transformation" occurring within Ronan and drawn to the chaos outside, her gaze constantly shifting between the sky and the battlefield below.
Suddenly.
A deep voice, interwoven with dual tones, rang in her ear.
"You shouldn't be distracted."
As this voice sounded, all the noise around her seemed to vanish, even the air stopped flowing.
An indescribable chill abruptly invaded Serena's heart, bringing her the strongest sense of crisis she had ever felt in her life.
"Bang!"
Without warning, Serena's figure was shot backward like a cannonball.
The layers of intertwining golden light surrounding her instantly collapsed.
Amidst the scattering golden light, a domineering and fierce body suddenly appeared beside Serena, as if it was about to brush past her.
Dark red hair lightly brushed against Serena's nose; in the infinitely elongated timeline, Serena turned her head in shock, just in time to meet a pair of scarlet, enchanting vertical pupils.
The absolute stillness and coldness emanating from those eyes, as if from ancient indifference, made her involuntarily shiver slightly.
In the next instant, everything vanished completely, as if it had been a dream.
Only a few blood-red snowflakes gently swirled past her eyes.
Serena had no time to react when a tremendous force struck her from behind; she let out a muffled groan, and in a flash, her body transitioned from retreating to lunging forward, twisting in several directions within the not-so-large platform space, time alternating rapidly between fast and slow, each moment frozen depicting Serena's changing postures being "struck."
Finally, "Boom!"
At a certain moment, Serena let out a low shout, and a strong golden light erupted from her entire body; her golden, beautiful feminine armor shone brilliantly, almost turning into a glass-like hue! "Whoosh—"
The terrifying energy pressure that exploded in an instant swept across her face like a strong wind.
Ronan halted, slightly squinting his eyes, the dark red hair behind him lifted high under the impact of this intense energy, resembling a waterfall of blood.
As the strong light gradually faded, the noble and dignified Serena re-emerged, holding a golden great bow, the golden arrows condensed upon it appearing almost tangible, with flames igniting at the tips, revealing countless tiny runes upon closer inspection.
"Takara!"
Serena coldly uttered an ancient syllable, and as she did, dense golden lightning flashed above her head, then flowed like water, all converging onto the arrow in her hand.
A brilliant golden "sun" blossomed in the void! The golden light arrows shot forth, far surpassing those before, this time embodying the true power of the "Taboo" domain; merely the moment of initiation tore apart the void ahead, creating a shocking twisted trajectory.
Facing this arrow, Ronan's expression showed no sign of fluctuation.
He simply raised his hands gently.
Between his palms, blood-red solid ice rapidly grew, eventually forming two jagged, narrow blood-colored long knives.
An indescribable terrifying aura emanated from the long knives.
"Snow leads to slaughter, deep cold accompanies death."
"[Taboo. Red Ice]!"
Ronan whispered silently, wielding the dual knives, slicing forward with an incredibly graceful posture.
The blood-colored light wheel spun in his eyes, the world before him reduced to red and black.
With an observation more profound than the [Eye of Truth], he effortlessly captured the golden light arrow aimed at him.
Time seemed to slow down countless times in that instant.
His left-hand long knife raised, tracing a mysterious trajectory in the void, lightly tapping against the light arrow, which immediately shattered and dispersed.
His right hand, however, directly slashed towards Serena.
The force fields surrounding Serena's body, which had previously seemed like countless towering mountains, were now as fragile as thin paper.
The blood-colored ice knife sliced through layers of force fields towards Serena's neck, and just as it was about to touch her throat, Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.
The long knife altered its trajectory, slanting downward.
"Ziz—bang bang bang—"
A series of brilliant golden runes erupted in sparks. When all the clashes ended.
Ronan's figure appeared at the opposite end of the platform, standing calmly with knives in hand.
Behind him, Serena stood still, her expression dazed as the upper half of the golden humanoid phantom behind her, wearing a crown and holding a staff in one hand and a long bow in the other, silently slid down, crumbling and disappearing. Below, Serena, in a daze, raised a hand to touch her smooth, perfect neck, but her gaze unconsciously fell to a clear, long knife mark on her chest armor.
Where the knife mark fell, the exquisite and luxurious armor was completely severed, all runes broken and dimmed, revealing the pale, lustrous skin beneath through the torn gap.
"Life Set."
Serena's lips moved, murmuring in disbelief, "How is this possible?"
In this moment, Serena's nobility, composure, and elegance were all lost, as if confirming Ronan's words before the battle—when the layer of splendid clothing on her was torn away, she was merely... an ordinary person.
At this moment, however, Ronan felt none of the joy or exhilaration that others might have imagined.
He slightly lowered his head, watching the blood-red dual knives in his hands gradually dissolve, a hint of melancholy and unfulfilled desire appearing on his face.
"Is it really this simple?"
He seemed to be whispering to someone.
"Otherwise? Just dealing with an ant."
A voice seemed to hum in response to him.
"Alright then."
Ronan slowly raised his head.
The countless voices chanting "Hekalto" and "Frost," sharp, slippery, and evil, began to rise around him, growing louder, as if urging him, wanting to completely engulf him.
In a moment, however, he cut it off directly.
"You're too impatient."
Ronan shook his head, then raised a hand, the circle of brilliant starlight surrounding him was now truly cradled in his grasp, rapidly coalescing.
"It's not time yet."
He murmured softly, gazing dreamily at the brilliant "galaxy" gathering in his hand.
This was the legacy of the legendary wizard, Natural Law Master Herams.
When the blood battle ended, this legacy would finally and completely belong to him.
The radiance from the power of Herams' legacy briefly interrupted the invasion of the ancient will of "Hekalto," and when that brilliance fully coalesced, parting the layers of deep blue mist outside, Ronan was finally able to see that the brilliance was, in fact, a beautifully crafted arm ring seemingly made of glass.
On the arm ring, countless profound and complex rune patterns flickered in and out, constantly presenting a mysterious and vast starry sky.
Ronan gently grasped the arm ring in his hand.
In an instant, a hazy, deep, and indescribably noble purple light enveloped him.
He continuously ascended under the shroud of this legacy power, the long-silent Fairy Ancient City trembled once more, and from beneath the ground, a surge of radiant light erupted, lifting Ronan entirely.
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