Of course, there are many reasons for the power of [Spiritual Moya Golden Touch].
Two purifications of spiritual power, the same seven spiritual power crystals, yet Ronan’s spiritual power is more than twenty times that of a wizard of the same level.
After Titanium devoured all the rare metals on the Red Lotus Staff, the quality has greatly improved, exceeding the category of Third Rank materials.
Whether it has reached the Fourth Rank, Ronan is not sure, after all, he has never come into contact with alchemy materials above the Fourth Rank.
Now the Red Lotus Staff is just two bare sticks left, the material looks like some kind of wood, Titanium seems to have only devoured a layer of metal decoration on its surface.
"Spiritual power, spell inheritance, casting equipment...the factors that form the ultimate combat strength of a wizard are just these few."
At this moment, Ronan couldn’t help feeling a bit of inexplicable emotion in his heart.
At the same level, the main gap between an ordinary wizard and a Heaven’s Pride Wizard lies in these aspects, unknowingly, he has already stepped out of the category of ordinary wizards, fully entering the ranks of Heaven’s Pride.
The stern man with strange, spiky armor and black patterns on his face was stunned as he watched the beautiful young man who casually eliminated a Level 3 Voodoo Sect wizard with simple movements, the shock and impact were so great that he felt somewhat bewildered for a moment.
Suddenly, he saw the young man casually turn around, cast his gaze in his direction, and slowly raised a hand, pointing gently towards him.
In an instant, an endless stream of mysterious aura surged out from the young man’s fingertips, with numerous free energy particles gathering around.
The stern man felt his scalp tingle and his heart seemed to be fiercely grasped by something.
He was terrified, and instinctively wanted to dodge, but before he could make any movement, a deep blue light column, like an angry dragon, reflected in his tight pupils, "whooshed" shooting past beside him.
It felt as though he was being pierced by the Northern Lights of the Northern Land, an almost blood-freezing cold stream instantly swept through his body.
The stern man stared as a dazzling deep blue extended rapidly from the young man’s feet, passing through where he stood, and swiftly swept towards the direction behind him...
When he slowly turned his head with a stiff face, he soon incredulously saw the Level 3 Voodoo Sect wizard who had been fighting continuously with him, now turned into a human-shaped block of ice standing behind him, gradually turning into flakes of ice dust blown away by the wind.
Below the ice block and the young man’s feet, nearly ten miles of sea surface was entirely covered by a thick layer of ice, with countless snowflakes scattering around, resembling a spontaneously formed void ice and snow "corridor"!
The stern man shuddered violently, at that moment, the magic airship in the distance turned around and flew away, and the beautiful young man nearby seemed to have no intention of pursuing, simply glanced and then turned to leave.
The stern man watched as the other’s back disappeared into the ship, his mind still not fully recovered yet.
All along, he had regarded this young wizard encountered on the ship as an ordinary Level 1 Wizard, never imagining that the other party was a terrifying existence capable of easily eliminating a Level 3 wizard.
From the previous interactions with the young man, he knew that they had "escaped" to the ship because they were being pursued, if that was really the case, then how powerful must the people pursuing them be?
What kind of profound background could this pair of "eloping" wizard couples possibly have?!
The stern man’s mind was in complete disarray, almost not knowing how he had managed to find his way back to the deck, and those young apprentices who had observed the entire fight unfold and end were even more dazed as if they were living in a dream.
In the room, Ronan sat quietly, casually looking through the items just obtained from the Voodoo Sect Level 3 wizard’s space ring.
There wasn’t anything particularly valuable, the only thing that might slightly interest Ronan were the piles of various poisons and detoxification agents inside.
The inheritance of the Voodoo Sect mainly focuses on Dark Magic, with various poisoning techniques as auxiliary.
Ordinary wizards find such beings quite troublesome, unknowingly they might die by the opponent’s "unexpected move", but, unfortunately for him, the strength gap with Ronan was too large, his poisoning techniques did not even have a chance to be used before being powerfully eliminated by Ronan.
The door to the room opened, Ronan looked up and saw Molli’er walking in with a calm expression.
There wasn’t much need for communication between the two, Ronan already clearly understood the purpose of her intrusion, his gaze naturally turned towards the direction behind her.
The green-haired girl Beatrix and her guard, the stern man with black patterns, followed cautiously behind Molli’er, walking in.
Ronan’s face showed no surprise; in fact, he was waiting for them to come.
Ronan motioned for them to sit down with a friendly demeanor.
The stern man remained unmoved, still standing, his attitude even more respectful.
Beatrix hesitated for a moment, then slowly knelt down in front of Ronan.
"Thank you, lord, for your help."
Beatrix took out a small Waist Storage Bag, held it with both hands, and respectfully presented it to Ronan.
The Waist Storage Bag was unlocked, Ronan’s spiritual power probed inside briefly, and to his surprise, it contained a whole 100,000 pieces of advanced Magic Stone.
He looked at Beatrix in amazement, realizing he had underestimated the wealth this girl carried on her.