After weighing his options, Ronan decided to give up.
Pursuing Lola, who is in a soul state and possesses the ability to freely traverse space, would be troublesome. The priority was still to escape according to the original plan.
Thinking this, Ronan stopped looking at Lola, silently picked up the Mirror Dagger, and selected the next location for teleportation.
Just as he was about to leave, he unexpectedly saw Lola, who had just left a second ago, reemerge from the ripples of the void.
She looked panicked, her ethereal face filled with tension and urgency, continuously letting out screams and curses as if she was being chased.
Other than himself, who else wanted to kill Lola?
Ronan frowned, noticing Lola’s body seemed to be grasped by an invisible force, her soul stretching out and eventually, like a cloud of converging smoke, gently clenched in the palm of a slender and powerful hand that reached out from the air.
Just like snuffing out a small flame.
The hand that had grabbed Lola closed its fingers, and her screams and curses abruptly stopped. Her entire soul was extinguished, completely gone.
Ronan’s pupils constricted, without any hesitation, he plunged the Mirror Dagger harshly into himself.
The brief teleportation ended, Ronan landed, and as the scene before his eyes became clear, his expression gradually turned solemn.
He was still in the original space.
Only his position had moved about five hundred meters in the determined direction.
This independent space had grown larger, so much so that he couldn’t escape from it even with a single teleport using the Mirror Dagger. As he figured out the rules of the Dawn Magic Tools manipulated by the Resurrection Society, his means of traversing space had also been seen through by the members of the Resurrection Society.
Thus... they had specially "tailor-made" a unique "Prison" for him!
The hand that had snuffed out Lola’s soul now fully emerged from the air.
It was a tall figure in a Black Robe, with an aura as obscure and profound as a Black Hole, standing quietly, swallowing all the light around it.
Yet, Ronan felt "scorching heat," a dazzling light bursting forth from beneath the black, causing him to squint involuntarily.
He "saw" nine blazing Spiritual Power orbs arranged in a strange pattern, seemingly forming an intricate Magic Ring.
The peak of a Level 3 Wizard is to condense nine Spiritual Power Crystals and then construct a larger whole.
The Black Robed Wizard before him was obviously at the last stage of advancing from Level 3 to Level 4, with the next step being the nurturing of an Elemental Spirit, stepping out of the Mist and touching the Dawn.
His Strength was somewhat greater than several of the Ring Masters of the Silver Magic Ring that he had encountered.
Neither Kosti nor Caroni and Archiduo had ever given Ronan such a feeling.
"Peak Level 3... half-step Dawn?"
At this moment, Ronan saw the surrounding Void gradually turning into solid silver, presenting as bright as a Mirror surface. He tried to activate the Mirror Dagger once more, but this time it only flickered on the spot, unable to break through the space again.
One after another, figures in Black Robes stepped out quickly from the mirror-like void.
The majority were ones Ronan had felt before, the Resurrection Society Wizards who had come with Lola to surround and kill him.
These people slowly approached the first Black Robed Wizard, all bowing their heads, saluting, and softly calling out, "Dark Head."
Ronan’s face was expressionless, but his Strength was gathering little by little.
His eyes slowly turned pure white, fine lightning shot out from his pores, his figure growing taller, muscles bulging... He had once again entered a state of "Complete Giant Demonization."
Without much conversation.
After completing the "Ancient Giant Demon Form" Transformation, Ronan vanished without a trace.
Sensing the rapid fluctuations passing through the air, the Resurrection Society Wizards around the Black Robed figure quickly dispersed.
Like blazing white lightning descending abruptly, a monstrous and sinewy form appeared before the Black Robed Dark Head!
The space collapsed violently, sounding like thunderous drums, as countless white streams erupted between Ronan and the Black Robed Dark Head, forming a massive vortex hurricane.
Ronan, with his fist outstretched, had an Ancient Rune in his palm, gathering all power, with black dense light flowing like ink.
The violent air currents raised his long hair behind him, flapping like a banner interwoven with dark blue and white.
However, all the might contained in his punch was blocked.
The Black Robed Dark Head simply extended one hand, with transparent light blooming in his palm, firmly holding back Ronan’s fist.
Invisible ripples emanated in circles from where the two clashed, softly lifting the hem of the Resurrection Council Dark Head’s Robe, with numerous mysterious runes faintly visible around him.
Ronan remained calm, though beneath the frozen surface of the "Lake of Thoughtlessness," his eyes trembled slightly.
Having just realized the "Pure Body" state of "Full Giant Demon Transformation," he had once torn apart Clements’ resonating Power of Magic Domain with his bare hands.
Now his Strength in this state had increased way more than tenfold, and he even had the enhancement of Ancient Power runes.
Yet he was still blocked single-handedly by the Resurrection Council Dark Head.
The opponent hadn’t even used any Spell, just pure spiritual power to completely block his punch.
The disparity was too great...
Was this the capability of a Wizard truly standing at the Peak Level 3?
Ronan quietly inhaled, his figure sidestepping like pure white lightning flickering, disappearing then reappearing.
Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel fused with Neiman Alloy for Silverization floated on the surface of his body, solidifying into huge and exaggerated serrated Blade edges on his arms and ankles.