Shattered Winter Mirror Snow Nation, the terrifying Space Shattering force surged out like a tide from each fallen fragment, slicing the vast platform space into utter disarray with inky traces.
Ronan was probably the only intact thing in this "shattering."
He watched Jupiter’s body fragment into countless pieces, swiftly reassemble, and then break again...
As the space was almost entirely dominated by a dark base color, Ronan suddenly reached out and seemed to grasp something amidst the flickering silver lights.
When all the spectacle faded, no traces of ice, snow or thunder remained on the platform, calm as if nothing had happened, leaving only Ronan standing quietly in the middle of the platform, raising one hand with fingers tightly clutching a slender figure that seemed thin compared to him.
Jupiter’s face was awful, his eyes brimming with intense shock and disbelief.
He incredulously looked at Ronan, then his gaze slowly moved down—a muscular arm interwoven with pure white lightning, plunged deep into his body like a giant monster’s claw.
Inside him, a triangular prism emitting a faint silver light was held tightly by that hand’s five fingers.
A tremendous tearing sensation and pull emanated from deep within his soul, causing waves of dizziness for Jupiter.
Jupiter, enduring the discomfort, moved his lips slightly, trying to recite the spell again.
At that moment, a plain voice made him stop everything he was doing.
"It’s over... Jupiter."
After a brief silence, around the Battle Platform surrounded by thirty-two Stone Pillars, a huge buzzing erupted from the group of wizards watching the combat.
Like a tide, it spread out wave by wave.
This was considered the first climax battle since the ranking battles began, the fight had multiple reversals within the two extremes, and the outcome was beyond everyone’s expectations.
Including those top wizard geniuses occupying the Stone Pillars.
Countless gazes converged on the center, on the white-haired flickering figure resembling a demonic character from the pages of legends, and everyone spoke of the same name—"Ronan! "Ronan Damien"!
That name, too, was officially entering the sight of countless wizards in the Southern for the first time.
Royal Court of Life headquarters.
The Silver-haired Witch, Young Wizard Donny... a few wizards from the Royal Court of Life who had some previous encounters with Ronan stared blankly towards the direction of the central battle group.
"It looks like he really got a lot of good stuff from Princess Selena..."
The Silver-haired Witch broke the silence, speaking calmly, but her eyes revealed a slight unease.
Donny snorted disdainfully and was about to say something to mask his oblivious moment.
At that moment, however, an invisible force suddenly surged from above, causing Young Wizard Donny to change his expression drastically, his instinct to run away. Yet under this force, he and a few other Royal Court of Life wizards were pulled up into the sky, looking despairing.
"Damn it... Damn it..."
After Donny and others "ascended," a string of murmured curses came from above.
Despite sounding like a pleasing girlish voice, to all the wizards of the Royal Court of Life below, it was terrifying like a nightmare, sending chills down their spines.
Everyone subconsciously touched their cheeks, then cast sympathetic glances towards Donny and the other unfortunate "screwed ones."
No one knew what had caused "Miss Witch" to be in a bad mood and vent, but luckily, they were not her objects of venting, and their faces almost had no space for more doodles.
"Once Princess Selena retrieves the heritage and returns... every problem will be resolved," the Silver-haired Witch whispered comfortingly to Grace next to her.
But Grace seemed not to hear her words, only quietly watching the direction of the distant battle group, staring intently at a particularly conspicuous figure.
The Silver-haired Witch’s eyes twinkled briefly, then she shook her head and remained silent.
"Dam... Damien... won?"
Among the bustling crowd, the wizards of the Silver Magic Ring stood there dazed, each wearing a puzzled expression.
Opening their mouths, wishing to say something, but it felt as if something was stuck in their throats, and no words could come out.
At that moment, the surrounding noise seemed far away from them, every person’s mind seemed to have a large bell incessantly ringing, buzzing their brains, nearly incapable of thought.
For them, members of the Silver Magic Ring under Jupiter’s "rule," no one understood better than them how massive the shock and impact they were experiencing was.
In the Thunder Council, Jupiter was like a sun hung over all young wizards’ heads, scorching, brilliant, and unreachable, only to be looked up to.
There were too many legends about Jupiter, too many to count, often numbingly excessive.
They had all grown accustomed to Jupiter’s "rule", even Orian, once the number one genius of the Silver Magic Ring... considered Jupiter as—"an objective to strive to surpass throughout his life."
But now what had they seen?
Ronan had overwhelmingly defeated Jupiter in a head-to-head confrontation!