Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 337 - 170 I have longed for the Black Robe. Just kidding, come at it again!_3
Chapter 337: Chapter 170 I have longed for the Black Robe. Just kidding, come at it again!_3
"Sigh——"
His body cut through the air creating slender, dark waves that attacked from various directions towards the Resurrection Council Dark Head.
No Wizard’s battling style would be as it now is, having completely abandoned the composure and elegance typical of Wizards, instead transforming into a primordial, savage ancient beast. Those Grey Robed Wizards of the Resurrection Society, standing far to the side and merely observing, couldn’t help but twitch their eyelids constantly.
Ronan moved so swiftly that the naked eye couldn’t catch him; all that could be seen were flashes of pure white and dark lightning-like waves constantly assaulting the Resurrection Council Dark Head.
However, no matter how terrifying the attack, once it came within five meters of him, it was immediately blocked by a layer of transparent, viscous force, causing the dark lightning waves to fall short and only stir up ripples of shock.
"Heh——"
At some moment, the storm-like assault abruptly ceased.
The many black waves disappeared, and Ronan’s figure became visible again.
"Sigh——inhale——"
Ronan breathed heavily; there were changes in his appearance once again.
The roots of his hair, about a foot in length, gradually turned dark blue, and on his exaggeratedly strong giant demon body, densely packed snake scale-like patterns emerged. Even his Frozen-By-Wunian eyes showed signs of cracking and loosening.
Within those pure white eyes, streaks of grey seemed to contain a shifting reddish tinge, radiating a fierce and brutal light.
A series of attacks, driven by abundant vitality, further stimulated the power of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake’s bloodline that had already merged within him.
Ronan felt as if he could hear those slippery, deep, and evil whispers beginning to echo faintly.
"[Ancient Power]! Break——"
Countless surges of silver gathered towards Ronan’s hands; propelled by the [Ancient Power] and the terrifying strength of his physical body, he plummeted like a meteor.
Inside his body, only a rice-grain-sized vitality crystal bloomed with an unparalleled dazzling light, shooting from his eyes and ultimately crashing fiercely onto the Resurrection Council Dark Head...
"Boom!"
An unprecedented horrific aftermath formed a shape like a gigantic white wave, ceaselessly washing over the surroundings; the entire space seemed to shake violently.
The Resurrection Council Dark Head, who had not moved a step until now, finally made a movement to step back, the invisible wall around him showing deep indentations.
Ronan stood right in front of the Resurrection Council Dark Head, his fists engulfed in dense black light, less than half a foot away from the Black Robe, inch by inch breaking through, pressing closer.
Just as he was about to break through that barrier, the black hood slightly lifted...
"Aging."
A calm and deep voice rose from beneath the Black Robe, accompanied by a rapidly expanding ring of grey light.
In a flash, the black light on Ronan’s fists crumbled inch by inch, and the aura surrounding him disintegrated rapidly like a sandcastle washed away by surging waters.
His flowing hair fell, and Ronan staggered, retreating continuously.
The violent coldness in his eyes rapidly faded under the bizarre power of the grey ring, seemingly returning to calmness.
While retreating, Ronan made a horizontal swiping gesture with his arm.
Numerous dense, mystical energies emerged, creating three tranquil, flowing Rivers of Seven Colors in the void.
The three rivers merged into one, as if flowing from a mythical, mysterious realm, advancing silently towards the position of the Resurrection Council Dark Head.
"Second Stage Magic Domain Resonance?!"
Surprised murmurs rose from the sidelines; at this moment, the gaze cast from beneath the silent Black Robe seemed slightly moved.
He raised his hands and stretched them sideways, numerous dense shadows spewing out from between his arms, silently colliding with the majestic River of Seven Colors and neutralizing it...
"Cough——"
Ronan nearly retreated to the edge of the space, appearing extremely defeated.
He couldn’t help but cough, and black, rotten-smelling blood spurted from his mouth.
"Advanced Curse Power, huh?"
Ronan looked down at his own hands, the veins on the back of his hands beginning to fade, the skin slightly wrinkling.
[Pure Body] is the nemesis of all curses, abundant vitality capable of neutralizing and immune most powers of curses.
But now, the vitality inside him was nearly exhausted, unable to even maintain the state of Full Giant Demon Transformation, relying only on the strength of his body itself to resist the power of the curse.
That bizarre power causing aging, withering, wilting... even leading to death.
Constantly gnawing away at the remaining vitality inside him.
"Drip—drip—"
Like someone walking barefoot on a cold water surface.
Blocking his last [Double Mirror Light]-enhanced [Schiper River of Seven Colors], the Resurrection Council Dark Head stepped closer towards him, one step at a time.
Ronan lifted his head, calmly watching as the opponent approached.
"Crack—"
Suddenly, the quiet space was filled with a crisp sound like breaking glass.
The footsteps of the Resurrection Council Dark Head quietly stopped, and everyone lifted their heads to see the clear silver cracks appearing in the void around them...
"Dark Head!"
Someone called out urgently in a low voice, and the latter lifted his hand.
"The entire Magic Cube space is about to collapse, the power of the Dawn Magic Tools is fading..."
Ronan exhaled a breath of turbid air, looking at the Resurrection Council Dark Head in front of him, as formidable as an unconquerable night, and calmly said, "Aren’t you going to leave quickly?"
"With the little time left..."
Under the deep black robe, a cold and indifferent gaze fell on Ronan, "It’s enough."
Ronan fell silent.
The Resurrection Council Dark Head continued to stride forward, his pace much faster than before.
A grey aging aura constantly surrounded him, the closer he got, the weaker Ronan appeared.
As the Black Robe was about to approach Ronan, just a few meters away.
Ronan suddenly lifted his head, blurting out unexpectedly.
"Do you really need to kill me to get the coordinates of the World Stone from me?"
The steps of the Resurrection Council Dark Head paused.
"Indeed, there’s no need."
Ronan blinked, trying hard to lift his head, then said: "What if I bring the coordinates and join you?
Abandon the light for the shadow...
To be honest, I’ve long aspired to wear the Black Robe!
The Grey Robed Wizard stuff, really boring..."
"Aspiring to wear the Black Robe for a long time... Grey Robe, really boring..."
The clear voice echoed in the space, met by a series of surprised and bewildered faces raising under the black robe. frёewebηovel.cѳm
Even the Resurrection Council Dark Head was stunned.
He bowed his head as if pondering.
The sounds of space fracturing around him grew denser...
Finally, the emotions of the Resurrection Council Dark Head stabilized, and he calmly began, "If..."
But before he could continue, he was interrupted by a chuckle.
"Ha ha..."
Ronan swayed his body slowly standing up, stuffing a piece of amber-like golden substance into his mouth, chewing loudly with a "crunch crunch" sound.
He raised his right hand, deeply thrusting his fingers into his own left chest, pressing gently on the hard, sharp Bloodline Crystal.
Looking up, he faced the approaching black robe.
As if he could see through the deep darkness, seeing the real face under the black robe.
Ronan’s mouth curled up, looking at the Resurrection Council Dark Head in front of him, and said with a smile.
"I’m just joking."
After speaking, his right hand forcefully exerted pressure.
"Crack—"
The entire Bloodline Crystal shattered, along with the "Unscathed Wood" heartwood that he had just chewed and swallowed.
Two unprecedented torrents of power collided fiercely like a deluge.
"Boom—"
The hair on Ronan’s back suddenly flew up, a terrifying aura spreading out violently like ten thousand volcanoes erupting at once...
A hoarse and nearly indistinct voice arose low in everyone’s ears.
"Come again!"
