After that, he chose not to entangle with Ronan any longer, leaping into the air like a bat...
However, before he could make his next move, a huge fireball carrying raging heat and brightness roared towards him, hitting his body accurately.
"Boom!"
Like a lava-like dark red wave, it turned into a huge ring of fire spreading outwards, turning the entire block of sky red.
As the overwhelming lava fire wave poured down, Ronan had no time to dodge and could only watch in horror as it descended.
Fortunately, the intense heat and light quickly receded the next moment.
Two figures appeared in the night sky, standing in the air, coldly overlooking Ronan.
Ronan's expression was stunned, and he whispered,
"Official Wizard Level.. strong ones.."
...
"What is your name?"
The majestic voice vibrated the air, as if naturally carrying the rhythm of Spell chanting.
The man who asked Ronan was a middle-aged man in his forties, with sharp short hair and a flame-shaped tattoo on his face.