Ma Fulin, who had been impaled through the brow by a silver-white spear that exited through the back of his head, viciously arched backward.
His eyes bulged, his mouth wide open, his face exhibiting utmost shock and disbelief.
The next instant, all the ice crystal spikes surrounding Ma Fulin shattered, and he extricated himself from the icy imprisonment, spreading his arms and silently mouthing something.
A strange spell fluctuation emanated from him, and within the Frost Domain, the black ice incarcerating the ghosts cracked open one after another...
At the same time, Ma Fulin’s body began to crumble like a mud doll dried and cracked from the fierce sun, with flesh and skin quickly splitting apart, revealing gaps the size of a baby’s mouth. From these gaps shot intense black beams, as if something was struggling to break free from within him.
At this moment, the silver-white spear penetrating Ma Fulin’s forehead began to melt rapidly, trickling down his cheeks like mercury, sealing some of the brightly gaping breaches.
Ma Fulin’s expression was fierce as he reached to grab the mercury-like substance that flowed as if alive. Suddenly, a tall and straight silhouette quietly appeared before him.
Ronan, from his high vantage point, looked down coldly at Ma Fulin, extending his right hand toward him. In an instant, countless titanium metal tendrils shot out, furiously entwining the struggling Ma Fulin.
Each titanium tendril emitted a faint aura of Spatial Stasis, and Ma Fulin immediately became motionless, with only his spiritual power tumultuously stirring, like a trapped beast bumping against the imminent closure of the "Prison Door."
Ronan knew Ma Fulin was preparing to release his yet-to-be-cast Magic Card spell, but to consider doing so only now... it was simply too late.
The Ice and Snow Domain, constructed of ice crystals, snowflakes, and thorny ice spikes under Ronan’s control, collapsed rapidly, with the rolling chill and the Qi Mechanism of several Extraordinary Magic Realms converging to one point—Ma Fulin’s body.
Ma Fulin’s titanium-metal-covered body began to rapidly grow layers of solid ice, one over another, within which lay mysterious patterns.
In the blink of an eye, the battleground lost sight of Ma Fulin, leaving only a large rotating Ice Ball, exuding an exceedingly pure coldness, like an icy and sharp rotatory blade continuously cutting through the blank void.
Ronan stood in the sky, his true form revealed as he stepped away from all the titanium metal covering.
His right hand lightly manipulating the Ice Ball, his silver-gray Magic Robe fluttered high by the raging cold wind, with trails of Magic Domain Qi Mechanism winding around him like invisible snakes, his handsome face covered in coldness.
As all the coldness in this space converged, Ronan, expressionless, uttered softly.
In an instant, the frantically spinning Ice Ball came to an abrupt halt.
A mysterious aura spread rapidly from the center of the battleground.
The surrounding wizards, affected by this aura, felt an indescribable discomfort, as though their hearts had suddenly skipped a beat, their bodies falling into a momentary stoppage and disarray.
However, the discomfort came quickly and left just as swiftly, and in the next moment, everyone saw the stationary Ice Ball suddenly shatter.
The previously compressed chill and the Power of Magic Domain gushed out like water breaking through a dam. In an instant, all the wandering ghosts nearby were eradicated, and then an indescribable horror of Shattering and Cutting spread.
A small area where Ma Fulin had been became like a smooth, flat mirror in the Void, shattering into countless silver shards, leaving behind eye-catching pitch-black cracks.
Within the intense energy Shock, it was as if something got compressed and exploded.
A small, dark object the size of a fist fell to the ground.
Ronan’s eyes flickered, and he instinctively caught it, taking a closer look to find a square, hollowed-out bell-shaped object.
It resembled an ancient Cow Bell, with many mysterious ancient patterns etched on its surface.
He gently shook the peculiar Cow Bell without any sound; however, from below it, a bunch of pale, decayed severed fingers rattled out, each one adorned with a faintly glowing Space Ring.
Could they all belong to the wizards Ma Fulin had killed and harvested?
As Ronan pondered, a cold, majestic, and discordant presence suddenly rose from the center where the power of "Shattering Silver" erupted.
Ronan’s gaze sharpened, ready to counter at any moment, but when the terrifying presence fully emerged, he found it was an orb entwined with countless gray streams.
Each stream represented a powerful Ghost Body, and at the center of this orb, a Soul Body struggled to crawl out.
Its skeletal form was twisted, its face distorted with extreme despair and terror, and its eyes looked towards Ronan, seemingly seeking help.
Ronan recognized at a glance that this was Ma Fulin’s soul.
But in a flash, Ma Fulin’s soul was entangled by horrifying Ghosts, and was dragged back.
One Ghost was particularly vicious and ferocious, perched atop Ma Fulin and tearing frantically, swiftly pulling Ma Fulin into a large group of gray streams.
Its appearance... seemed to be that of a rather young and handsome youth when alive.
Ronan’s expression slightly surprised, he found the outcome somewhat unexpected.
The final Magic Card spell Ma Fulin intended to cast was suppressed and interrupted by Ronan himself; perhaps it was the backlash caused by the casting failure, or perhaps after the physical demise, his Strength was no longer sufficient to suppress the countless Resentful souls he had been manipulating...