Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 425 - 199: Ring the Funeral Bell Once More, Bid Yourself Farewell! (Requesting Support for Monthly Ticket)
Chapter 425: Chapter 199: Ring the Funeral Bell Once More, Bid Yourself Farewell! (Requesting Support for Monthly Ticket)
"Under the state of the Extreme Boiling Lake, the three Spiritual Power Crystals in Ronan’s mind burned completely, the translucent crystals emanated thin golden flames.
A massive spiritual power emerged from his body, forming a twisted pale golden Force Field around him.
If the Lake of Thoughtlessness sealed all Ronan’s stray thoughts, allowing him to enter a state of undistracted focus and absolute control.
Then the Extreme Boiling Lake, was quite the opposite.
All of Ronan’s emotions were ignited, turning into a fierce fire of battle intent, every cell in his body, every thought in his mind, was ten times more active than normal.
Every moment, countless inspirations in his mind erupted, collided, and extinguished...
It was like magma breaking free from the crust’s confines, rolling and roaring recklessly, unstoppable, releasing infinite energy and passion!
This state, when reflected in his spell-casting combat...
meant a surge in spell power, the expansion of the Magic Domain, summoning more colossal Free Energy Particles from the surroundings.
Despair Frost Seal, Cold Ice Veins, and the Extreme Freeze Soldiers—these three powers derived from Ice Magic and cultivated through Ronan’s three years of intense practice, had already advanced to the Second Stage Magic Domain Resonance.
Now under the enhancement of the Extreme Boiling Lake state, their might expanded drastically, each approaching the terrifying impact of a Third Rank Resonance.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
Layers of Ice Frost spread out around Ronan, forming a huge ice sealing formation resembling exquisite hexagonal snowflakes under his feet.
Compared to the last confrontation with Ash Witch Mollie, without the suppression of the Red Lotus Fire, this icy power seemed even colder and more substantial.
Ronan lifted his right hand lightly, and from the deep blue vortex of Ice Energy Particles in front of him, a massive Pure White Ice Blade, tens of meters tall, slowly emerged.
Without any movement, a terrifyingly cold and sharp presence crazily dissipated.
As the Ghost Wave led by the Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin swept close to the giant ice blade, the dark gray wave was silently frozen, then like a frozen river smashing into a boulder, it was loudly split by the ice blade into two streams, rolling past both sides of Ronan’s body.
Ronan glanced over the chunks of dark gray ’ice’ broken and rolling by his feet, each ’black ice’ densely packed with twisted, horrifying faces, each face silently wailing at him...
"All full of Resentful Souls, Ghost Bodies..."
Ronan took a deep breath, his right hand fingers spread and then slowly clenched.
As if grasping that Pure White Ice Blade right in front of him, emanating rolling cold streams and endless sharpness...
A flicker of cold light flashed through the golden flames burning in his eyes.
A breeze blew Ronan’s hair on his forehead, as he watched the Skull Mourning Bell engulfed by rolling soul smoke, he violently performed a slashing motion.
"Slash!"
As if held by an invisible hand, the gigantic Pure White Ice Blade moved almost synchronously with Ronan.
It silently rose, drawing a dazzling ice flower in the air and then swiftly slashing forward.
As the Ice Blade fell, long dark slashes appeared in the void, large chunks of Ice Crystals condensed, and below, the rolling dark tide silently split to both sides, including the materialized Soul Smoke.
Below the Ice Blade, the sinister and evil face of Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin was completely revealed.
....
"Boom!"
The colossal roaring sound from the spell collision erupted, the air in the surrounding area, even the ancient buildings below seemed to shudder violently.
The gust of wind raised by the energy aftermath blew up Claire’s Magic Robe, halting Claire’s figure.
He hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around.
Seeing a scene— a slender figure wrapped in silvery-white metal, as agile as a dragon, surrounded by infinite cold, ’holding’ an ice blade fiercely slashing at a terrifying figure above the Ghost Tide.
Claire’s pupils shrank, his expression stunned.
After a moment, his eyes rapidly flickered, grinding his teeth, he spat out a few words: "This... madman!"
Claire took out a Communication Stone, quickly sending messages to several people, then his expression changed, he resentfully rushed towards the battle group.
...
"Is a top-level genius character fighting?!"
In a convoluted ancient alley, two Level 3 Wizards walking together heard the sound of the spell collision, felt the intense shock coming from a distance, and abruptly stopped, looking at each other with alarmed expressions.
Without any hesitation, they directly leaped towards the direction from which the spell fluctuations came.
The closer they got to the battle group, the more they felt the terrifying authority of the battle, both Level 3 Wizards felt a tingling scalp and heart-pounding sensation.
They had realized this was a battle far beyond their level, not one they could partake in, but curiosity still drove them forward.
Quickly, the sight of the battle came into their view.
Like a roaring river, the turbulent black-gray tide rolled high in the sky, the sound of the Mourning Bells echoing wave after wave, numerous Ghosts surrounded the battle group, wailing and dancing...
From afar, that piece of the sky seemed to have completely fallen into a realm of lost souls, constantly spreading a stench of decay and death.
With just one glance, the two recognized the identity of one side of the battle.
"It’s Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin!"
"This guy’s strength..."
One of the Level 3 Wizards bit his teeth, speaking with an uneasy gaze: "It’s more terrifying than the rumors, simply not something an ordinary Intermediate Level 3 Stage Wizard can contend against..."
Visit freewe𝑏no(v)el.𝘤𝑜𝓂 for the best novel reading experi𝒆nce
