Boom!

A spell drew the ancient power of thunder and lightning from the slate, then immediately descended from the sky.

At that moment.

The entire island flashed with golden light.

The defensive array of the [Dawn Spell Society] fiercely collided with the power of thunder. In the air, even visible to the naked eye, a hemispherical dome filled with mystical symbols revealed its true form under the stimulation of the lightning.

Unfortunately, this collision did not last long.

As Ronald resolutely strengthened the spell's effects, the array protecting the entire island immediately cracked under several strikes of lightning. Before the array could self-repair, more lightning fell, and these cracks were penetrated directly, spreading across the entire island's array.

Crack——crack crack crack——

The sound of the array shattering connected in the air, and because the shattering occurred so quickly, the magic power forming the array began to separate without dissipating, eventually turning into golden fragments that rained down.

"..."

At this moment, the caster in front of Ronald had just finished his period of being controlled by the mystic words.

He witnessed the scene of the island's array being destroyed.

Felt the slight magical reaction upon touching the golden fragments with his body.

This caster of the [Dawn Spell Society] almost instinctively exclaimed:

"How is it possible for the array to be destroyed?"

"This is impossible!"

"..."

"Your [Dawn Spell Society]'s spell is indeed formidable. If it were anyone else handling this array, it would be impossible to break through in a short time."

At this moment, Ronald's voice awakened the shocked caster.

Leaving behind only this uncertain compliment, Ronald did not acknowledge the now-conscious caster, turning around and heading towards the interior of the island that had been sealed for several days.

"..."

Watching Ronald's figure disappear.

The caster of the [Dawn Spell Society] froze for several more seconds before suddenly realizing what had just happened, and immediately ran toward where his companions were:

"Not good, not good!"

"Someone has destroyed the defensive array we set up on the island and has charged in!"

...

Outside, people of the [Dawn Spell Society] were in a state of panic.

Although they saw the troublesome defensive array had been destroyed, the chaotic magic power that originally drove them from the island center did not dissipate, and compared to before, the terrifying aura in the center of the island was now even more frightening.

So much so that none of them dared to enter like Ronald did.

Even after confirming the intrusion of an outsider, this fear and reluctance held a firm grip on the hearts of these casters.

On the other side.

Ronald walked into the island, progressing with unyielding determination.

The air was indeed filled with highly concentrated primal magic, and in the center of the island, there was an entity emitting a fearful and menacing aura.

Yet, Ronald was indifferent to this.

His goal was to resolve all of this, and such a distinct aura would only serve as a guidepost for him.

Even dismissing these external factors.

As Ronald walked through the island, the scenery he saw was not much different from a normal island.

Except that the nearby plants grew excessively lush.

The buildings constructed here by the members of the [Dawn Spell Society], along with traces of their daily activities, were all distinctly visible. Passing by a pavilion, one could even see unfinished tea placed on the table.

"Hmm?"

Not far into his journey, Ronald encountered a disturbing scene.

A caster from the [Dawn Spell Society] lay lifeless, turned into a corpse on the side of the gravel path, while some excessively overgrown plants had their roots entwined around the corpse, drawing nutrients.

This scene sent chills down one's spine.

Although these plants did not show the animal-like vitality exhibited by the plants in Yizi Forest, the sight of such a plant thriving on a human corpse was discomforting at first glance.

"What kind of primal tome is this..."

In its berserk state, the primal tome's ability manifested as catalyzing plant growth. Under the protection of the [Guardian Angel], its impact on humans was not yet clear.

Quietly making a mental note of what lay before him, Ronald bypassed the corpse, continuing forward.

After accelerating his pace, he soon passed through the chaotic magic disturbances and arrived in front of an island manor.

This was the base established by the [Dawn Spell Society] at this location.

Moreover, due to the distinct malicious presence in the air, Ronald didn't even need to enter. Simply standing at the entrance, he could sense the entity below the manor.

This was typical practice for those on the mystical side.

Facing such a situation, Ronald chose a straightforward approach:

"The greatest improvement in productive powers and the greater skill, dexterity, and judgment with which labor is applied appear to be the result of division..."

The [Invisible Hand] immediately came into effect.

In situations where it only needed to act once, the effect of this spell was never disappointing.

Upon finishing the incantation, the [Invisible Hand] instantly caused an explosion at the manor's center, scattering earth and debris all around. To the uninformed, it might seem like someone was conducting an explosive experiment inside.

And at that moment, Ronald bent his legs.

Bam!

Mustering all his strength, he leaped forward, soaring over the manor's walls and buildings as if flying, landing precisely into the hole wrought by the spell's explosion.

"..."

The dust and debris stirred up around were in utter chaos.

Due to the rapid movements, Ronald's coat was immediately soiled by these particles.

Then, as he steadied himself in the dark environment and looked towards the presence emitting the terrifying aura.

Whoosh——

The sound of something slicing through the air suddenly resounded.

Hearing the noise made by the object flying towards him, Ronald instinctively drew the Sword of Saint Catherine, slashing towards its position.

Snap!

The next second, the dark blade collided with the object, producing a sound akin to hitting rubber.

Ronald felt the object was smashed away by his sword, yet there wasn't the sensation of slicing through it with a sharp weapon.

"Hmph——"

A cold snort, and the spell controlling the object was activated in sync.

Once the spell eliminated all objects obstructing his vision, Ronald could clearly see what had been charging towards him.

—It was a person.

—Or rather, a moving corpse.

From the evidently lifeless human body, a red and blue strangely colored tendril emerged from the skull, swaying back and forth in an eerie rhythm, showcasing the last vestige of vitality.

Witnessing this horrifying scene, Ronald instantly understood everything.

This was the parasitic entity that accidentally acquired the primal tome and was unsuccessfully dealt with by the [Dawn Spell Society]!