Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 378: Sweeping, it’s not enough, keep going! (Third update, asking for guaranteed monthly tickets)
"Oh!"

A broad palm like a dark cloud tore through the air and slammed down on the bald man's forehead, accompanied by a series of crisp bone-breaking sounds.

The latter's head quickly sank, his eyeballs bulged out, and the densely packed black spikes on his face were squeezed out one by one by the terrifying force.

As some of the spell seals were lifted, his entire body immediately expanded rapidly like a balloon, and in the blink of an eye, he turned back into a huge mountain of corpses and flesh, and then continued to collapse downwards like a crushing force.
"boom!"

The mountain of flesh and corpses that the bald man had transformed into was like a huge meteorite that smashed heavily onto the ground. Amid the deafening sound, the earth trembled, and an unfathomable huge pit appeared on the ground.

Everything happened in a very short time, so quickly that almost no one on the scene could react.

When the wizards realized what had happened, everyone fell into an eerie silence.

"Kakaka-"

Ronan slowly stretched his body, and his bones and flesh vibrated slightly.

The shadow tentacles wrapped around him were like fragile hemp ropes, breaking one by one.

——A perfect demon body three meters tall, with intricate and gorgeous tattoos like burning flames, long black hair like a waterfall hanging down to the ankles, and a black aura surrounding him like water, making the sound of the tide hitting the reefs and countless conch shells humming.

When he slowly raised his head, his face, which was evil and ferocious yet also somewhat charming and handsome, and his pair of pure black eyes seemed to contain an ancient sea of ​​death.

At this moment, Ronan was like a fiery and powerful black meteor, radiating an unparalleled domineering aura all the time.

"Destiny"

Ronan stretched out his right hand, and a golden gear on his wrist was spinning rapidly. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of countless gears meshing with each other.

The five slender fingers were spread out, just like they could cover the pair of prying eyes behind the half-open door of the sky.

As the five fingers slowly closed, countless black auras gathered in the palm of the hand and condensed into an ancient and heavy black spear. At the tip of the spear, eight blades roared in unison.

"Watch how I break this torrent."

Ronan gripped his spear tightly, his long hair like black flames dancing in the wind. He withdrew his gaze from the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and in the deepest part of his pupils, the silent Dead Sea suddenly became disturbed.

"Shh-"

Ronan's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next second a terrifying sound like a landslide was heard.

It was like a blazing black star suddenly falling into a calm pond, instantly causing huge waves.

Countless spell chants, rune fluctuations, and energy fluctuations were instantly aroused.

"Boom!"

The eight-bladed spear was like an extremely thick and long pure black lightning, tearing through the void in an instant and fiercely stabbing at the figure sitting on the black throne that suppressed the long titanium river.

Ronan's star force field and the six-fold spiral palace, the life force field of the master-level perfect [Austerity Body Tempering] were integrated and superimposed together, instantly tearing apart the mental and energy defense field of the only late-stage fifth-level wizard in the field.

The terrifying power was transmitted along the void, presenting a surging heat wave and a sticky and distorted visual effect along the way.

Before the spear got close, the throne that the figure was sitting on immediately broke into pieces. With a cold snort, the figure quickly retreated backwards.

The suppressed Etael was able to break free, and flew back to Ronan with a trembling sound, turning into a golden armor, with golden wings attached to his demon body.

“It’s been with me for so long.”

Ronan casually pulled a piece of golden wings from behind him and whispered, "I have never suffered such an injustice."

"Chong-"

With the sound of flapping wings like a sword being unsheathed, Ronan's figure suddenly drew a streamline in black and gold, crossing many spatial distances in an instant and suddenly appeared in front of the retreating level 5 late stage wizard of the Wuxin Palace.

The eight-bladed spear swept across, covering the body and face of the man who had lost his throne. The mist that pretended to be profound was torn apart by the terrifying spear light, revealing a heroic face with wide-open eyes and an incredible expression.

Ronan glanced at him indifferently, raised his spear and stabbed. When the spear was about to pierce through his forehead, it was knocked away several inches by a dark knife light wrapped in layers of runes and forbidden aura. The heroic man seized this opportunity, and with a "bang" his whole body turned into black smoke and disappeared.

"Ok?"

Ronan blinked and turned his head to look in the direction where the knife came from.

All he saw were Sieg, Ulian, who were wearing top hats, and the young man with the black book who had previously summoned shadow tentacles to bind him, staring at him with gloomy expressions.

Behind each of them, there are at least seven black-robed wizards from the Witch Heart Palace casting spells to bless them.

With the help of the magic circle, almost everyone's aura was raised to the mid-level of level five or above.

"Then I'll deal with you first."

Ronan turned around, holding the spear upside down, flapping his golden wings lightly, and walked towards the people step by step in the void.

The speed seemed slow but was actually fast, like light and fog, and in an instant it almost approached the few people.

"Sa"

Urian chanted a spell with a hissing sound like a snake.

The two golden snake earrings hanging on his earlobes flew out by themselves, and under the impetus of the huge energy, they entangled with each other in the void, and then madly replicated and multiplied, and finally entangled into a snake-shaped arrow emitting a faint metallic luster, wrapped in a strong power of the forbidden domain, and suddenly shot towards Ronan.

Snake-like forbidden lightnings tore through the void and rushed towards him. Ronan narrowed his eyes, and the dead sea in his pupils slightly rippled. On the shaft of the eight-bladed spear in his hand, blood-red runes lit up. "【Instinct Grip】!"

In an instant, the spear seemed to pull at the texture and veins of nature, and the energy particles scattered in the space were directly mobilized.

Ronan thrust out his spear, and the eight-bladed spear rushed directly at the snake-shaped arrow like a nimble black dragon. With just a slight touch, the forbidden magic energy carried by the latter was completely crushed, and countless entangled ouroboros shattered...
Suffering from the backlash of the spell, Ulian, who was facing Ronan, and the group of wizards from the Witch Heart Palace behind him who were providing him with energy, coughed up blood almost at the same time and staggered backwards.

The dim blade light blessed by layers of runes took advantage of the moment when Ronan crushed Ulian's spell with one gun, silently broke through the void and slashed diagonally towards his neck.

In the distance, Sieg, wearing a top hat, watched coldly, as if he wanted to see the scene of the blood splashing on Ronan's neck in the next second.

Ronan didn't even look at the knife light. His demon body stretched out, and his whole body made a "cracking" sound, and the whole person seemed to expand slightly outward.

The domain field formed by the superposition of the star force field and the life force field seems to transform from invisible to tangible under the impetus of the mercury-like black aura.

The ancient black lines burning like flames squirmed all over Ronan's body, and a terrifying aura of crushing was released, washing away the power attached to the magic blade light like a tide.

The runes on the sword light were quickly erased one by one under the force field, and the speed of the sword light was slowing down.

Sieg's eyes slowly widened as he watched coldly. When he saw the phantom blade he summoned "softly" slashing at Ronan's body, touching the gold and titanium armor, and being easily bounced off with a "ding" sound, and then being grabbed by Ronan and crushed into pieces between his fingers, the gloom and calmness on his face suddenly disappeared, leaving only a slight dullness and disbelief.

"How can this be?"

The mid-level fifth-level spiritual power pushed forward, and the spell that entered the forbidden realm was used with all its strength, but it couldn't even break through the opponent's body defense? !
Sieg's understanding of the world began to collapse.

However, before he could remain stunned for long, an extremely domineering force suddenly penetrated his body.

The terrifying penetrating force did not diminish after piercing through Sieg's body, and swept left and right twice, knocking the group of fourth and fifth level wizards behind him into vomiting blood and flying everywhere.

"Why don't you elementalize your body?"

Ronan casually pulled the Eight-bladed Spear out of Sieg's body and asked casually, "Did you forget?"

Sieg covered the huge bloody wound on his chest, his face pale and unable to utter a word.

Ronan turned his gaze and locked onto the last handsome man holding a black book in the Witch Heart Hall. The latter's appearance reminded him a little of the "Chaos Secret Society" wizard Li Weiqi, whom he had fought in the south.

The handsome man witnessed Ronan defeating Sieg and Ulian with ease. His already pale face looked even paler. When Ronan looked at him, he immediately looked a little flustered and subconsciously stepped back.

"Don't be afraid."

Ronan nodded at him, trying to make his hoarse and dark voice calm, "Use the spell you cast earlier to bind me!"

The handsome man opened the black book in his hand almost instantly, and as he chanted a spell at an incredibly fast speed, black stains like ink quickly appeared around Ronan's body. A large number of shadow tentacles grew out of each ink stain, quickly wrapping around Ronan like vines.

“Not bad, I feel it a little bit.”

Ronan closed his eyes, feeling the binding force that seemed to wrap around his soul.

As the binding force deepened, he felt the loosening of the thin barrier of the Grandmaster's breakthrough in [Austerity Body Tempering] and the continued turbulence of the Dead Sea in his body.

The Black Dead Sea is hidden within the black lines of ancient power on his body, and Ronan gradually discovered this.

"Not enough, keep going."

Ronan opened his eyes and calmly looked at the handsome man in front of him and spoke.

The latter's forehead was covered with sweat, and the incantations he chanted were so rapid that no syllable could be heard clearly. The wizards behind him who were providing blessings were also pale and looked severely overdrawn.

More sand shadow tentacles grew out, layer by layer, almost wrapping Ronan into a black cocoon.

The throbbing of the breakthrough became stronger and stronger, the Dead Sea continued to shake, and more dark crimson surged up from the bottom of the Dead Sea.

"Not enough, some more..."

"More..."

Ronan kept urging, intending to seize this opportunity for a breakthrough, and saw that something was about to burst out.

At this moment, an angry scream sounded, accompanied by a violent sound of breaking through the air.
"Boom!"

A large area of ​​ancient crimson emerged in the dark aura that rose like a tide, and the eight-bladed spear swept across, hitting the mountain of corpses and flesh that flew out from below like hitting a ball.

Ronan suddenly opened his eyes, and the originally pure black Dead Sea in his eyes now surged with dark red. In an instant, dense crimson arcs of light seemed to explode all over his body. The horrifying aura directly stimulated the handsome man and his group in the distance to exhale in one breath. They staggered, their faces full of horror, looked at him as if he were an inhuman monster, and then quickly retreated.

Ronan frowned, looking at the shadow spell tentacles on his body that were broken by him. The short-lived deep red color retreated back to the bottom of the black aura, and he couldn't help but say "what a pity" in his heart.

He was sure that he had grasped something, but unfortunately the pressure that the wizard from the Witch Heart Hall could give him was too little, so that he was always just a little bit away from a real breakthrough.

At this moment, a feeling like a thorn in the back came from behind.

Ronan turned around and immediately saw Quasimodo holding the Starlight Bow at the other end of the battlefield. His eyes glowed with light, and he slowly loosened the bowstring and whispered, "[Desecrate the Moon]."

As the voice fell, an unprecedented terrifying aura immediately locked onto Ronan.

Immediately afterwards, a streak of arrow light, like a bright star falling from the night sky, streaked across the sky and shot straight towards Ronan's face.

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