Ronan's eyes slightly fluctuated, and without shying away, he allowed the Ghost Light Blade to fiercely land on him.
"Boom!"
The light blade struck Roanan's back, tearing a huge gash in the Lightfall Cloak he wore, before plunging forward and finally shattering upon the ice crystal-like armor.
There were some remnants on the thick Ice Crystal, but they quickly smoothed out again as the defensive capabilities of the Spell from the Land of Frost were also exceptional, almost able to withstand the bombardment of any Spell below the Second-tier.
Having withstood the impact of this Spell, Roanan's body didn't move an inch, and he slowly turned around.
His ice-blue eyes fell upon a young Male Wizard in a Black Robe who had just materialized from the white Void not far away.
The latter's thin face was pale at the moment, filled with shock and disbelief.
The figure swiftly retreated, seemingly attempting to hide in the air again, but Ronan merely raised his hand slightly.
