CHAPTER 440: CHAPTER 204: TEARING THROUGH THE NIGHTMARE! (FIRST UPDATE, SEEKING MONTHLY TICKETS)_2

The power of [Hand Snow Country] still has great room for ascension.

"Already the utmost I can achieve at this moment... my soul power and spiritual power, even the ability to command Ice Element Energy, are all somewhat lacking..."

Ronan thought to himself; at this moment, his control over the Light Ball in his hand had also reached its peak.

Ronan, through the energy torrent that was rushing like a rapid current, saw the face of Anduriel below the Skull, sinister yet filled with madness.

His bewitching blue-golden eyes slightly flickered.

The next second.

Ronan released his grip on the [Snow Country].

"Boom!"

The [Snow Country], which had been imprisoned in his palm, as the last trace of power constraining it faded, the intensely compressed forces burst out like a beast finally unleashed.

The dazzling deep blue Light Ball exploded.

A wave of immense deep blue Ice Flames spread out first.

Silent and seamless, everything was frozen, scoured, and ground into dust.

Anduriel’s Skull was the first to bear the brunt; it stopped spinning at first contact, the green light twining around the Skull instantly faded, and then the whole Skull was rapidly encased in thick ice.

When the brilliant expansion after the Ice Flames burst, the entire frozen Skull shattered outright.

Fragments of white bones scattered like a deep blue waterfall cascading from the sky, as Anduriel howled to the heavens, his single arm raising a delicate and exquisite Crystal Skull high, radiating terrifying power fluctuations.

In an instant, countless green lights converged towards him, and a huge Bone Giant "broke through the ground" from beneath his feet!

The Bone Giant, conjured by the Spell, had fierce green fire burning in the sockets of its eyes and mouth. Its skeletal frame had four arms and even sported a pair of oddly misshapen bone wings on its back.

As the Bone Giant with wings and four arms emerged, it lunged at the center of the energy eruption with an embracing posture, blocking the rampaging Ice Frost with its massive skeletal frame; in an instant, it was covered in layers of solid ice over most of its body.

"Crack, crack—"

A few nearly invisible cracks appeared on the Crystal Skull that Anduriel was hoisting high...

And at this very moment, a tall and straight silver figure quietly appeared beside Anduriel.

His hands joined together like a blade, his arms wrapped in emerald green Flames, swiftly breaking through the layers of Force Fields around Anduriel, drawing closer to him.

Anduriel, sensing the arrival of the person at last, spun around fiercely, one hand holding the Crystal Skull high, while the other suddenly produced a grey-white Bone Spur.

His cold gaze quickly stabbed in the direction of the newcomer.

From the tip of the Bone Spur shot out a pitch-black light like ink, rushing towards Ronan.

As the shadowy light struck, Ronan’s eyelids twitched slightly, feeling as if he was being targeted by some ferocious beast or venomous creature, but no fluctuation showed on his face.

His figure swayed slightly, and he vanished abruptly, narrowly dodging the incoming black light.

After a brief Teleportation, Ronan landed and immediately shed the Titanium from his body, transforming into a silver metallic Torrent hurling towards Anduriel.

Titanium entered within a several meters radius of Anduriel, Ronan remotely raised his right hand.

The moment the word "Stasis" was about to be spoken, an intense sense of alarm abruptly arose in his heart.

The mysterious black light, which he had previously dodged once, seemed to come to life and returned to seek him out.

Although he did not know what this mysterious light was, intuition told Ronan that being hit would not end well.

It was too late to dodge now; in a mere fraction of a second, Ronan’s body performed a strange motion that normal people could not achieve, narrowly avoiding the shadow light once more.

His movements were too fast, too difficult for the naked eye to catch.

In Anduriel’s eyes, it was as if Ronan hadn’t moved at all, as if his lethal Bone Spur light had mysteriously passed through him.

"How is this even possible?!"

Anduriel blurted out, his expression revealing a more intense shock than when he had witnessed the terrifying might of [Hand Snow Country].

It’s only normal to not understand, for any Wizard who had not practiced [Ascetic Body Refinement] cannot grasp it...

Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly, as he calmly raised his hand.

The Titanium dispersed around Andriel rapidly released the power of "Spatial Stasis." When the sinister and terrifying force of "Stagnation Seal" assaulted from all directions, Andriel felt as if his body, and even his soul, were frozen still, and instantly his complexion turned drastically pale.

The next second, the silver Titanium converged into a disk, like a smooth, flat mirror, "Sealing" Andriel within a relative plane.

Following that, the silver-white circular mirror began Shattering. On the fractured edges of the Mirror, streaks of pitch-black emerged, interweaving with the terrifying power of Space rending...

"Bang!"

A burst of green light exploded.

Andriel, like a startled bird, violently leaped from the shattered mirror Void, with an ashen face, no longer displaying any bit of his earlier arrogant demeanor.

He dashed in one direction, with the Titanium following behind him like a subject greeting its King, once again throwing itself into Ronan’s embrace, transforming into armor.

Ronan, like a shadow, with chestnut hair slightly lifting on his forehead, his enchanting eyes seemingly tracing blue-gold streaks through the Void...

He caught up with Andriel’s figure in the space of a breath, with the Titanium swiftly coursing over his arms, solidifying into the narrow edge of a Longsword.

Green "Flames of Break Magic" leapt and burned upon the blade as Ronan made a horizontal sweeping motion.

"Rip—"

The infallible "Break Magic Blade" smoothly sliced through Andriel’s Spiritual Field, then through his Magic Robe, and as the tip met soft flesh, Andriel contorted his face grotesquely and, holding a Bone Spur, thrust backward, attempting to block.

Ronan simply stirred his hands gently.

"Whoosh—"

A segment of a pale arm clutching a Bone Spur flew high into the sky....

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Several booming sounds of Spell powers colliding erupted, as sudden as a startled hare, a figure rapidly burst from the melee.

"Boom!"

Andriel settled upon an unlit gray-white Stone Pillar, a fierce Light Ball shot up into the sky, the radiance dazzling, yet it couldn’t hide the utterly unsightly expression on Andriel’s face as one hand clutched tightly at the spot where his arm had been severed.

The fierce battle thus quietly subsided.

Ronan stood midair, adorned in profound and ornate silver-white Titanium armor, his arms naturally hanging down, with drops of bright red blood falling one by one from his slender fingertips.

That was the blood of Andriel.

The "Head" that the defeated should yield, a large chunk of Andriel’s remaining Mysterious Light Group entered Ronan’s body.

Around Ronan, the thick smoke that was already intense, swelled abruptly at this moment, expanding into a vast and intricate gray cloud in the blink of an eye, moving and assembling uncertainly, rapidly rising behind him like layers of dense shadows...

At this moment, surrounding the battlefield, all the Wizards watching this battle fell silent.

They stood still, as if collectively punched in the face, each showing a choking expression.

Andriel.

Different from Spiritual Power Dawn Adam and Chaos Secret Society Li Weiqi, the other two leading Geniuses of the large Southern Wizard Forces, Andriel was undoubtedly much more high-profile.

Over the past year, he had been "Hunting" those Genius Wizards from the small and medium-sized Southern forces.

His "notoriety" was frightening to all.

Just like how he occupied four Stone Pillars without yielding, absurdly seeking to harvest many second-tier Genius Wizards as "resources," although it provoked rage, no one could stop him.

Andriel was like a cloud of darkness hanging over the heads of many Southern Wizard Geniuses, constantly bringing them the deepest and most horrifying Nightmares.

However, now...

Someone, in front of everyone’s eyes, had violently torn apart this cloud of darkness!

In a public confrontation, he severed one of Andriel’s arms, driving him like a pathetic dog onto a Stone Pillar!

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