Chapter 204: Tear Open the Nightmare!

In fact, long ago, Ronan had the idea of reforming the Frost Earth spell system.

The core of the Frost Earth spell system is the icy domain formed by different ice spells as anchor points. This concept of "transforming points into surfaces" gives it a power that surpasses ordinary spell systems.

However, compared to true top-tier inheritances, the shortcoming of Frost Earth's instant burst became apparent.

The Ice Flame Iris of the Lanster Family clearly recognized this issue. Both the subsequent Tundra Permafrost and Ice Flame spell seals were attempts to compensate for this shortcoming.

While Tundra Permafrost and Ice Flame had their effects, they could not completely bridge the gap. Or rather, the gap might have been narrowed; under equal realms, the icy domain enhanced by the Ice Flame seal could potentially compete with those top-tier spell schools.

But the condition of "under the same level" seemed difficult to achieve for Ronan.

The true contenders worthy of being Ronan's opponents were often geniuses who were one or even several realms above him.

Thus, during the three years in the Silver Magic Ring's cultivation loft, Ronan had been contemplating how to improve the instant burst of the Frost Earth spell system.

Following the same line of thought as the Pure Body, Ronan considered compressing the domain.

Gathering the dispersed power within the domain, condensing fragmented ice crystals into spears, piling scattered snowflakes into mountains, and converging wandering cold currents into seas. He would unleash it all at once, piercing through, crushing, and shattering those who dared to oppose the cold.

Like the "Giant Transformation" form of the Pure Body, the more thoroughly the domain power was compressed, the stronger the instant burst of power!

Thus, this technique was born—Snow Country in the Palm! However, the execution of this spell required a high level of spell control from the caster.

In his battle against Bones Knell Mafflin, Ronan had tried it, combining it with the metal spell Silver of Shattering, achieving a good control effect.

But there was still a significant gap compared to his expectations.

It wasn't until Ronan broke through to the third-level wizard realm, with a substantial increase in mental and soul power, that he truly realized this technique—Ronan Damien's... Snow Country in the Palm! A deep blue, brilliant sphere pressed down, with countless blazing streams of light surging and spilling from Ronan's fingers.

In the small void he occupied, the surrounding area was completely frozen by extreme cold, washing out intricate patterns like blue ice flowers.

Andariel's two massive green skeletal hands, under the onslaught of countless extreme cold light streams, maintained a position as if trying to close, then suddenly shattered.

The law domain belonging to Andariel trembled.

The ocean of undead energy particles, the vast green vortex, shook, swayed, shattered, and ultimately collapsed beneath the Snow Country.

Andariel looked up at Ronan, his face devoid of arrogance, for the first time showing a look of shock and astonishment.

The long, ghostly green seaweed-like hair behind him suddenly lifted, Andariel's face twisted in rage, arms spread wide, beneath his Wizard Robe, two bone arm rings trembled simultaneously, emitting waves of intense magical fluctuations.

Following this, countless complex and mysterious green runes lit up on his arms, neck, and pale, handsome cheeks.

In an instant, the shattered domain reformed, and more than a dozen giant skulls surrounding Andariel collided with a loud bang, forming an enormous skull disc that spun wildly, rising into the sky, firmly resisting the continuously descending deep blue sphere.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

The dazzling deep blue sphere collided with the bone disc, producing a sound of grinding and cracking that made one's teeth ache. Countless deep blue and ghostly green light streams spilled from the point of collision, creating a terrifying energy tide in the void, surging outward in waves.

The terrifying energy aftermath forced the surrounding wizards to retreat repeatedly, each face displaying expressions of shock and disbelief. They could hardly believe their eyes, even overlooking a stone pillar being lit up, ignoring the ancient city light curtain that was almost shrinking behind them.

At this moment, countless thoughts raced through people's minds—who exactly is this person? How could he force Andariel to such an extent?!

On the lit stone pillar, the already seated geniuses also cast their gazes of attention.

This was the last battle before the first round of the contest ended, and it was almost the most intense and brilliant battle since the contest began.

Many were astonished; hidden in an unoccupied corner was a prodigious new star capable of directly contending with Andariel, the chief inheritor of the Mask of Ghostly Poison.

Wrapped in Ithium, Ronan's eyes glowed like demonic fire, yet his mind was as calm as an icy lake.

Snow Country in the Palm was still not perfected; it was merely a "prototype."

He could clearly sense the terrifying energy within the sphere that could erupt at any moment, the chaotic and jumbled law domain aura.

At this moment, he felt as if he were holding an extremely unstable frost nuclear bomb that could explode at any time... or rather, it was already in the process of exploding! In Ronan's vision, the true Snow Country in the Palm should transform into a stable magical crystal ball in his hand, where the frost power converged at a point, and the law domains intertwined and melded together. Although he had achieved the first step, compressing the icy domain core of Frost Earth to a relatively extreme level, he had merely "brutally" kneaded all the power within the domain into a ball.

The power of Snow Country in the Palm still had great potential for enhancement.

"This is already the utmost I can achieve at this stage. My soul power and mental power still lack a bit in controlling ice element energy."

Ronan thought to himself, at this moment, his control over the light sphere had reached an extreme.

Through the rapidly flowing energy torrent, Ronan saw Andariel's face, twisted with madness, beneath the skull disc.

His enchanting blue-gold eyes flickered slightly.

The next second.

Ronan released his grip on the Snow Country.

"Boom!"

The Snow Country, confined within his palm, erupted as the last trace of binding power faded away, and the compressed power was finally released like a trapped beast.

The brilliant deep blue sphere exploded.

A massive deep blue Ice Flame spread out first.

Silently, everything was frozen, washed away, and crushed to dust.

Andariel's bone disc was the first to bear the brunt; it halted its rotation at a glance, the green light entwined around it faded in an instant, and then the entire disc was rapidly frozen by a thick layer of ice.

When the brilliant expansion after the Ice Flame detonated, the entire frozen bone disc shattered completely.

Shattered white bone fragments fell like a deep blue waterfall from the sky, and Andariel roared to the heavens, raising a small, exquisite crystal skull that radiated terrifying power.

In an instant, countless green lights converged towards him, and a massive white skeleton "burst forth" from beneath his feet! The bone giant formed by the spell had eyes and mouth ablaze with fierce green flames, with four arms and even a pair of grotesque bone wings sprouting from its back.

As soon as the four-armed, winged bone giant appeared, it lunged toward the center of the energy explosion in a cradling motion, its massive skeletal body blocking the raging frost, quickly covering most of its body with layers of solid ice.

"Crack, crack—"

The crystal skull held high in Andariel's hand revealed several barely visible cracks. At that moment, a tall, silver-white figure quietly appeared beside Andariel.

With a palm shaped like a blade, his arm wrapped in emerald flames, he swiftly broke through the layers of force fields surrounding Andariel, drawing closer.

Andariel sensed the presence of the newcomer and suddenly turned, one hand raised high with the crystal skull, while the other hand produced a gray-white bone spike.

His gaze was icy as he quickly thrust toward the newcomer.

The tip of the bone spike shot out a pitch-black ghostly light, rapidly heading toward Ronan.

In the instant the ghostly light approached, Ronan's eyelids twitched, feeling as if he were being targeted by some ferocious beast or poison, yet his face showed no sign of disturbance.

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

After a brief teleportation, as Ronan landed, all the Ithium on him detached, transforming into a silver metallic torrent that surged toward Andariel.

As the Ithium entered the area within a few meters around Andariel, Ronan raised his right hand.

Just as he was about to utter "stagnation," a strong sense of danger suddenly surged in his heart.

The black ghostly light that he had previously dodged, for some unknown reason, had turned back like a living creature, seeking him out again.

Though he didn't know what this mysterious ghostly light was, his instincts told him that being hit would likely lead to dire consequences.

At this moment, it was too late to think of dodging. In a fraction of a second, Ronan's body executed a bizarre maneuver that ordinary people could not achieve, barely brushing past the ghostly light.

His movements were so fast that they were nearly impossible to catch with the naked eye.

To Andariel, it seemed as if Ronan hadn't moved at all; his deadly bone spike ghostly light inexplicably passed through Ronan's body.

"How is this possible?!"

Andariel exclaimed, his face displaying an even more intense shock than when he first witnessed the terrifying might of Snow Country in the Palm.

It was normal not to understand; any wizard who had not practiced the Ascetic Body could not comprehend... Ronan's gaze flickered slightly as he calmly raised his hand.

The Ithium surrounding Andariel rapidly released the power of "space stagnation." When that power, more bizarre and terrifying than pure icy cold, surged from all directions, Andariel felt as if his body and even his soul had been frozen in place, his expression changing drastically.

The next second, the silver Ithium coalesced into a disc, like a smooth, flat mirror sealing Andariel within a relative plane.

Following this, the silver-white circular mirror shattered, and the edges of the broken mirror revealed dark cracks, intertwining with the terrifying power of spatial collapse, "Bang!"

A burst of green light erupted.

Andariel, like a startled bird, suddenly sprang out from the shattered mirror void, his face pale, no longer displaying any trace of arrogance.

He dashed in one direction, and the Ithium behind him rushed back into Ronan's embrace, transforming into armor.

Ronan followed closely, his chestnut hair slightly lifted, his enchanting eyes seemingly carving blue-gold trails in the void. With a breath, he caught up to Andariel's figure, the Ithium flowing rapidly on his arms, coalescing into a long, sword-shaped blade.

The emerald Spell Breaking Flame flickered and burned on the blade, and Ronan made a horizontal slash.

"Rip—"

The unstoppable blade of spell-breaking smoothly sliced through Andariel's mental power field, then through his Wizard Robe. The sword tip touched soft flesh, and Andariel, with a twisted face, thrust the bone spike back in an attempt to block.

Ronan gently stirred his hands.

"Swish—"

A severed white arm holding the bone spike flew high into the air, "Boom!"

"Bang!"

Several explosive sounds of spell power colliding rang out, and a figure quickly burst out of the battle group.

"Boom!"

He landed safely on a gray-white stone pillar that had yet to be lit, a blazing light column shooting up into the sky, dazzlingly bright, yet unable to conceal the fact that on the pillar, Andariel's face was tightly gripping the place where his arm had been severed, revealing an extremely ugly expression.

The fierce battle group thus quietly calmed down.

Ronan stood in mid-air, clad in deep, magnificent silver-white metal armor, his arms naturally hanging down, with crimson blood dripping slowly from his slender fingertips.

That was Andariel's blood.

The "head" that the defeated should rightfully offer, the large mass of mysterious light left behind by Andariel merged into Ronan's body.

The thick gray smoke surrounding Ronan rapidly expanded, instantly transforming into a vast expanse of majestic gray clouds, swirling and shifting, like layers of dense shadows rising quickly behind him. At this moment, all the wizards observing this battle fell silent.

They stood frozen in place, as if collectively struck by a heavy punch, each face displaying a suffocating expression.

Andariel.

Unlike Psionic Dawn Adam and Chaos Secret Society Livicky, who were also top geniuses of the three major wizard forces in the south, Andariel was undoubtedly much more high-profile.

Over the past year, he had been "hunting" those talented wizards from the smaller forces in the south.

He was "notorious," yet instilled fear in others.

Just like his stronghold over four stone pillars, refusing to yield, attempting to harvest many second-tier talented wizards as "resources," which sparked public outrage, but no one could stop him.

Andariel was like a shadow looming over many talented wizards in the south, continuously bringing them the deepest, most terrifying nightmares.

Yet now... someone had violently torn apart this shadow in front of everyone! In a direct confrontation, he severed one of Andariel's arms, driving him away like a wretched dog to the stone pillar! Before twelve o'clock, I will try to write another chapter, seeking monthly votes! Thank you!

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