Ronan couldn’t even be bothered to exchange a word of nonsense with him.
In the consciousness space, seven spiritual power crystals suddenly illuminated, and a pale golden spiritual field emanated from his body, instantly tearing through the surrounding spiritual field of a Level 3 Voodoo Sect wizard.
"Intermediate Level 3 Stage?!"
The latter sensed the aura radiating from Ronan and instantly turned pale, his gray lips quickly beginning to mutter rapidly.
Ronan, with an ordinary expression, raised his hand. A mass of metal, black tinged with traces of red, sprang out from beneath his magic robe like a living creature. A red-haired young girl below caught sight of this and her eyelids immediately started twitching.
Along with the unique rhythm of the spell being cast, Titanium took on the shape of octopus tentacles in the void, sharply tearing through it and howling towards the Voodoo Sect wizard.
[Spiritual Moya Black Steel Touch]!
This was the first time Ronan had cast a full-fledged Third Rank spell since his promotion to a Level 3 Wizard.
Without any additional tricks, merely the simplest form of magical attack.
The black and red tinted metallic tentacles smashed through the surrounding void with a "boom," striking the opposing wizard squarely.
The sound of something exploding violently.
Accompanied by a shrill scream, a figure shot out from the center of the explosion of magical power, not daring to glance at Ronan again, and fled frantically in one direction.
Ronan paused, even he was somewhat surprised by the outcome of this battle.
"[Schiper’s Golden Decree]!"
Inside the consciousness space, a soul seal hidden within one of the spiritual power crystals quietly flashed.
In an instant, the several octopus tentacles swirling around Ronan shifted from pitch black to dazzling golden, swelling several times in size. Each metallic tentacle began to sport rapidly spinning saw blades, emitting a scorching and terrifying aura, as if each were an intensely hot golden chainsaw in full operation, with thick and scalding golden magma dripping from the saw blades and burning through the void!
With a flicker of Ronan’s mind, one of the tentacles vanished, leaving a distinctly clear golden trail in the air.
The distant Level 3 Voodoo Sect wizard, in the midst of his frantic escape, pulled various magic tools from his chest, shouting loudly, as if begging for mercy or something of the sort.
However, before he could finish his plea, he was already struck by a blurred golden shadow!
A small burst of bloody mist exploded in the sky, a vague soul shadow attempted to escape, but in the next second, it was completely torn apart by the rampaging energy.
As the gold tentacle tainted with specks of blood silently retracted to Ronan’s side, an eerie silence fell over the battlefield.
The stern man and another Level 3 Voodoo Sect wizard, who were chasing towards the magic spaceship one after the other, both stopped, staring blankly at Ronan.
On the magic spaceship, the apprentice boys and crew members who were in a state of panic also froze.
Including Beatrix, who had previously been wearing a look of despair.
The only one who seemed unfazed was probably Molli’er.
Even Ronan himself had a somewhat strange expression at that moment.
Gently catching the Voodoo Sect Level 3 wizard’s Space Ring, which had been brought back by spiritual power belonging to the deceased, he gazed at the golden chainsaw tentacles that resembled the limbs of some indescribable monstrous creature from myth and legends, and he couldn’t help but recall the enormous, indescribable golden shadow he had seen when he once gazed upon the Alchemists’ Golden Kingdom from afar.
He knew the power of the alchemy spell [Golden Fire], passed down to Schiper, was extraordinary, far surpassing the average Level 3 spell.
But he hadn’t expected that a mere [Black Steel Touch], with just an Expert level of Proficiency, after being enhanced by the [Golden Decree], could have such immense power!
A Level 3 Wizard of the same rank and stage, when using all their methods...
Could be slapped to death by him in just two blows.