Ronan’s perseverance seemed to be rewarded all at once, and a look of both relief and gratification appeared on his face.
This was a game of luck, and also a matter of probability.
One random teleportation after another, as long as his luck wasn’t incredibly bad, he would eventually have a chance of being teleported in front of the white table.
As it turned out... his luck wasn’t too terrible.
The invisible pursuer was not far behind, rapidly closing in.
Ronan quickly took two steps forward, getting closer to the white table, and habitually threw out several metal balls...
But the short burst of an explosion caused the smile on Ronan’s face to suddenly freeze—
Just in front of the white table, less than a meter away in mid-air, clustered densely around were the outlines of at least a dozen blue rune formations.
These arrays, like a semi-circular shield, nearly enveloped the entire white table and wicker chair within.
Just one more step forward, and from whichever direction he approached, Ronan would hit one of them and then be teleported to an unknown location in the garden.
The barely audible ripping sound of the air, as well as the sharp pain of being sliced open that seemed to target his entire back, approached swiftly. From afar, the anxious and concerned shout of the Ponytail Witch rang out...
Within less than two meters from the white table, Ronan stood there immovably, as if blind to the imminent dangers, his face expressionless.
All the perseverance and effort he had shown before, the so-called gambling with luck, turned out to be a joke.
The master of the garden had never really intended to let anyone near the table, right?
A mysterious and precious treasure within easy reach, yet as distant as the ends of the earth.
At this moment, Ronan seemed to see Lady Luck approaching gracefully, and just when he thought he could embrace her... she turned away laughing, quickly distancing herself from him.
A fire suddenly ignited in Ronan’s eyes; he gritted his teeth, his face almost ferociously reaching out to grab in front of him.
Since luck had chosen to brush past him once again.
Then it would be he...
Who would actively tear off her skirt!
With [Pure Body] activated, the intense glow burned to an extreme, and a vast and invisible presence explosively burst forth. Silver white Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel was mostly directed behind him, converging into a dazzling and solid metallic barrier.
The rest transformed into fine silver threads, rapidly stretching forward along the tip of Ronan’s extended right index finger, threading through the gaps within the dense rune formations by memory, quickly wrapping around an object, then retracting...
The sound of a blade cutting into flesh.
Then came the huge and violent sound of an explosion.
The rune formations flashed with urgent light, and the surge of Energy Particles swept over everything.
The Ponytail Witch stared blankly at the center point of the explosion. Before the chaotic flow of Energy Particles obscured her vision, she saw the image of the transparent figure ruthlessly crashing into Ronan’s back.
She was all too familiar with the terror of the transparent creature’s Strength.
The last time their team entered the Secret Realm Space, they only managed to fend off the fierce onslaught with three Space Magic spells stored in a Second-tier Magic Tool mirror, barely escaping without harm.
Being hit head-on by such a fearsome Space Element Monster, Ronan, he...
Just as the Ponytail Witch was dazed, a weak but urgent voice sounded close to her ear.
She abruptly turned her head and saw a pale, handsome young man materializing not far away, then running towards her rapidly...
Two figures emerged from beneath the tranquil surface of the lake.
As soon as they landed, the youth with white hair and blue eyes kneeled on the ground, gasping for air with a terrible expression, clearly severely injured.
"Ronan, are you alright?"
The Ponytail Witch quickly lunged forward to support the young man’s body, and then swiftly retrieved several Potions from her Waist Storage Bag to administer to him.
After swallowing a few Healing Potions and feeling their effects, Ronan’s complexion finally looked a bit better.
Ronan squeezed out a smile, softly thanking the anxious and concerned Ponytail Witch before him.
At this time, Ronan’s entire back was covered in scars—wounds caused by the explosion of his own Metal Magic and the cut from being hit by the transparent figure.
A deep, bone-visible, elongated wound gaped open, with flesh turned outward, a ghastly sight to behold.