The remaining bats gathered at the other end of the space, reassembling into a thin human form.
Wobbling, before he could stabilize, a sudden figure, swift as lightning, violently shattered him!
"Bang—"
This time, only a few sporadic bats emerged.
Ronan crushed them one by one, and as he killed the last one, a black ring fell out of the bat's belly.
He gently pinched the ring, turned around, and scanned the remaining people with a calm expression.
The originally intense chanting of spells and fluctuations of spiritual power had almost completely stopped, and the faces that met Ronan's gaze were filled with shock, horror, and disbelief.
Underneath the concealing Black Robe, someone's hand holding a Magic Wand uncontrollably trembled slightly.
A strained voice sounded softly.
"Salanqi... this guy, he can even withstand Third Rank Magic steadfastly!"
"Brooke is dead; I've lost all connection to his soul..."
