CHAPTER 575: CHAPTER 258: INSIDE THE WAILING FISH KING’S BELLY

He was still immersed in the evolution of the [Empty Spirit Extreme Thought] state and didn’t realize anything was wrong until he was completely swallowed by the mountain-sized Ghost Cry Fish King.

Once any creature’s size reaches a certain magnitude, its strength becomes hard to define by ordinary standards.

Just like now, Ronan felt as if he was contending with the entire ocean, with the mighty forces of nature relentlessly crushing him.

Ronan could only continuously reinforce his spiritual field, striving to stabilize his form.

"Splash—splash—"

No one knew how much time had passed, but the surging waves around finally somewhat subsided.

Ronan steadied himself, stepping on the "splashing" tides below, moving toward a landmass nearby that resembled a shore.

"I am inside the Ghost Cry Fish now..."

Ronan had already exited the [Empty Spirit Extreme Thought] state. This profound state that directly amplifies spiritual power consumes an immense amount of energy, and after just a short attempt, he already felt a faint sense of weariness at the depths of his soul.

However, the residual effects of [Empty Spirit Extreme Thought] still kept Ronan in a relatively calm state. Despite being in danger, he did not feel overly panicked.

Ronan surveyed the surroundings. The place he was in seemed like an enormous cave, with the roof several hundred meters above him, which highlighted the truly gargantuan size of the Ghost Cry Fish that swallowed him.

The fleshy cave walls around him were covered densely with thick, bizarre white "tendrils." Upon closer inspection, they resembled some kind of creature’s tentacles or sinew-like organs.

Suspended around him, occasionally twitching slightly, the extreme silence of the environment evoked an inexplicable sense of terror and eeriness.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew from behind him.

Ronan turned around and noticed that the tide behind him had unknowingly risen significantly. A dense gray mist floated on the pitch-black water, seeming to possess a consciousness like a living thing, and it sped rapidly toward Ronan.

Ronan quickly sensed a foreboding feeling in his heart and instinctively mobilized his spiritual power, attempting to cast a spell, but the next moment his expression changed slightly.

"Are the free energy particles here so scarce?"

He tried to draw upon the free energy particles between heaven and earth but found that they were nearly nonexistent.

Any powerful spell relies on the composition of energy; without energy particles, even with immense spiritual cultivation, little strength could be exerted.

Fortunately, the Metal Magic Ronan mainly practiced was relatively less dependent on the concentration of free energy particles in the environment. Casting mainly relied on his own metal medium.

"[Spiritual Touch of Black Steel - Golden Fire]!"

From beneath the magic robe, a titanium piece with a reddish tinge flew out, transforming into a dazzling golden tentacle shape amidst the fluctuations of the spell in an instant.

Rich Magic Domain Qi Mechanism surged, and the chainsaw-shaped golden tentacle tore through the void, whistling forward.

Along the way, droplets of golden liquid dripped down, evaporating and parting a long stretch of tide, turning it into a golden color...

However, when the golden tentacle struck into the gray mist, it merely dispersed a small patch of it. The remaining gray mist surged rapidly, and Ronan watched as the Magic Domain Qi Mechanism attached to the golden tentacle continuously dissipated, with a terrifying erosion force even spreading to the titanium core...