"No, his Elemental Spirit hasn’t been nurtured... But how can his spiritual power be so colossal and formidable?!"
Ronan’s spiritual field, suppressed to the extreme, unleashed in an instant, as if a miniature sun blossomed in the sky. The void above the silver metal platform collapsed, light twisted, leaving countless people shocked and horrified.
Even the seven Dawn Wizards of the Star School, their figures shifting, faces subtly changed.
If judged solely by the quality of spiritual power, the intensity of Ronan’s spiritual power now rivals some Level 4 Wizards who have just entered Dawn.
"And he clearly hasn’t entered the Forbidden Mist Zone... Simply incredible."
Facing this overwhelming spiritual power pressure, Zeflin’s formerly spirited expression suddenly froze. Before he could react, he saw a thick golden color rapidly surge from beneath Ronan’s Magic Robe, coalescing into nine immensely thick golden tentacles behind him.
Each tentacle was covered in countless suction cups, each one spinning rapidly, dripping golden magma relentlessly, like sharp gears.
The nine golden tentacles suddenly disappeared, the terrifying golden shadow that once repelled Zeflin reappeared, and this time, it was ninefold!
In Zeflin’s view, the sky before him silently and abruptly shattered into countless pieces, an inexplicable chill surged in his heart, making his scalp tingle instantly.
"Star Cage! Pentagram Cage!"
Driven almost by instinct, Zeflin hastily chanted spells, his Purple Crystal Wand drawing pentagram traces in the void. Countless shining celestial beams shot out, forming pentagram shapes one after another, all combining quickly to weave a starry cage around him, more intricate, complex, and exquisite than before...
The defensive star cage Zeflin had just erected burst open abruptly without warning the moment it formed.
Nine golden tentacles, like the touch of an inconceivable ancient existence, enveloped layer by layer the collapsing pentagram cage. Intense heat and cutting forces contracted inward, shattering the void, the residual energy waves creating terrible gales on the platform, tearing everything apart.
Zeflin’s face turned deathly pale, like a faltering meteor, a gem necklace around his neck quickly floated up, then burst apart just before his surrounding star cage entirely collapsed.
Zeflin’s body fully extended, his cheeks, neck, and limbs’ skin surface suddenly tore open countless baby mouth-sized gaps, with spinning eyeballs seemingly hidden in each gap.
Countless beams shot out from these gaps, making him a virtual source of light.
"Star Prime Minister!"
Zeflin, with his appearance obscured, let out a roar, raising the Purple Crystal Wand with both hands. Countless star streamers swirling around him converged, a vast and grand Magic Domain unfolded, rapidly unfurling the entwined golden tentacles, coalescing into a 巨人虚影.
Around the giant, vast energy rippled like waves, each wave reflecting a bizarre spectacle of twinkling stars. From an observer’s standpoint, it seemed as if a magnificent starry sky was slowly unfurling.
The giant raised a hand to grasp Ronan, yet Ronan’s face showed no ripple.
"[Spiritual Moya Moya - Silver Body]!"
A calm voice emanated from Ronan’s lips, more titanium surged from beneath the Magic Robe, accompanied by peculiar spell waves, constructing a shell of eight silver wings before Ronan.
The 巨人虚影’s strike hammered down on the silver-winged body, vast cracks formed, but before Zeflin could feel a moment of relief from employing this spell, Ronan gently touched his forehead with a fingertip.
"[Spiritual Moya Moya - Brass Head]!"
In an instant, Ronan transformed into a massive vortex.
Countless brass-colored ripples spread from his body, within which, an indescribable sound echoed, like rusted metal frantically scraping, alike to malevolent whispers of the indescribable...
Scanned by brass-colored ripples, the brilliance Zeflin had transformed into dimmed instantly, nearly discarding the Purple Crystal Wand, clutching his head fiercely, the summoned 巨人虚影 grew ephemeral and blurred.
Ronan, wrapped in eight silver wings, chanted calmly, uttering ancient words from the Kingdom of Golden.
In that moment, brilliant glows ascended from Ronan’s feet, quickly tinting the piece of void he was in, into a dreamy and mesmerizing golden color.
A massive, lion-like head emerged out of nowhere, beneath a silver body, the nine tentacles slowly converged.
As the golden color in the world reached its most brilliant point, an enormous, ancient, mysterious body becomes fully formed - lion head, eagle body, chainsawed tentacles.
Ronan stands at the center of this imposing spell illusion, eight resplendent, splendid golden wings unfurling behind him, releasing an indescribable, terrifying power outward. In just a blink, all starry brilliance in the sky extinguished completely, the 巨人虚影 collapsed, Zeflin’s figure jolt, and then rapidly plummeted like a descending meteor.
Everyone stared fixatedly at Zeflin’s falling figure, and at Ronan, familiar yet unfamiliar, embraced by the Golden Light.