This voice appeared so suddenly, so unexpectedly that no one could have predicted it in advance.
Along with the voice, a terrifying golden shadow descended from the sky, hot and twisted!
The vast silver-white metal platform, the void of energy oscillations, under the cut of this golden shadow, appeared to split directly in two like a transparent cloth visually.
Zeflin’s pupils constricted sharply, barely having time to react further before countless Star Eyes surrounding him burst into brilliance, with countless beams of starlight emerging to weave a dense Starlight Cage, completely enveloping Zeflin’s figure.
A dense magic domain aura and energy constructed an indestructible Magic Star Cage, before which even the three-pronged attack by Kosti and others struggled to shake.
But now, under the whip of this twisted golden shadow, the beams forming the Star Cage began to shatter one by one, and the brilliant and sturdy Star Cage directly broke apart.
Zeflin’s figure retreated frantically, the golden shadow following him like a shadow, blowing up several clusters of interwoven starlight before slowly receding.
The situation of the battlefield changed so suddenly that all the spectators were stunned, and when they turned their eyes towards the direction from which the voice and spell came, their expressions froze.
Kosti saw the figure standing within the outline of the sun, with its body edges emitting a slight twisted glow, and was momentarily dazed.
Zeflin’s eyes were fixed on the newcomer, his tightly furrowed brows quickly relaxed, and then his eyes shone with dazzling brilliance, as he uttered the long-anticipated name word by word—
"Ronan Damien.. you finally appeared!"
In the high sky, the focal point of countless eyes filled with shock, astonishment, joy, and excitement, was a young man standing quietly, with a tall stature and handsome appearance.
His eyes calmly swept across some positions in the void, then stepping step by step towards the silver-white metal platform on a staircase made of nothingness, his black magic robe with silver edges lightly fluttering—not someone who just arrived, who else could it be but Ronan.
"Ronan.. Ronan is back!"
"He’s Damien, the youngest genius chief in Southern history?"
A buzzing commotion arose in the venue, with all eyes focused on Ronan alone.
On the Magic Ring’s side, after brief joy, many Ring Masters could not help but furrow their brows again, showing a deep color of worry between their brows.
In contrast, on the Star School’s side, the Dawn Wizards led by Flant showed varying degrees of smiles on their faces.
The brief commotion was overshadowed by a burst of laughter from Zeflin.
Starlight ten times more splendid than before rose from the field, completely changing from the previous elegant and gentle manner; since Ronan’s arrival, Zeflin seemed like a bright pearl that had completely flown out of the box, radiating light; like a starlight longsword completely unsheathed in the night, showing its sharp edge.
His magic robe billowed, his eyes blazing, he raised the Purple Crystal Wand in his hand with an unparalleled, powerful, and confident stance, laughing heartily as he approached Ronan overhead.
"I have challenged past genius chiefs of the South and only lost in the hands of one five generations ago!
Ronan Damien, I heard your Ice Magic is unrivaled at the same level, known as the strongest under the Dawn of the Southern Wizard World, today I want to see if those auras on you are as brilliant as the rumors say?"
Zeflin was full of confidence, his fervent and unmatched aura moved everyone in the field.
At this moment, he was vastly different from when fighting Kosti and the others earlier, as if this moment’s Zeflin was the true Zeflin.
The closed disciple of the Level 5 Wizard Luona, the most talented and brilliant student of the Star School in the past five hundred years!
Zeflin’s momentum only bloomed for an instant before being forcefully suppressed by a more powerful and domineering aura.
In everyone’s view, Ronan standing in the high sky suddenly burst with a brightness almost comparable to those Dawn Wizards in the field!
Brighter than the sun, twisting a large void and light, a huge pale golden force field suddenly spread out.
Amidst the violent trembling hum from a certain Arm Bracelet, Ronan’s voice coldly descended from high above, echoing through the heavens.
"What level are you? You deserve to witness my Ice Magic?!"
[Spiritual Moya Moya—Golden Touch]!