Cooper saw an incredibly massive energy black hole!
The edges twisted, madly devouring all energy and light between heaven and earth, the void like a huge hole broken for no reason, all matter spilling toward that hole.
Alone, a small figure emerged as if born from this black sun, soaring upward, quickly escaping from this void, heading in a distant direction.
In this moment, Cooper’s mind went blank, the whole person seemingly falling into a trance-like state.
With all of his Level 4 Dawn Wizard’s knowledge, wisdom, and understanding, he couldn’t comprehend—how could a mere Level 3 wizard, still not clearing the mist to embrace the dawn, repeatedly break free from the means of a Level 5 Wizard and escape...
No, this can no longer be considered merely breaking free and escaping.
This is a confrontation!
A confrontation between spells, an ant matching wits with a giant dragon, yet resulting in a draw, the former calmly departing.
Suddenly, some information that Cooper had once scoffed at and dismissed with disdain surged back into his mind.
These were materials about Ronan Damien that the Southern Magic Ring had provided earlier.
"A peerless wizard genius emerging once in a millennium from the southern region..."
These descriptions, once considered by Cooper as overly extravagant and exaggerated flattery intended by the fools at the Southern Magic Ring branch to gain accolades, now, looking back, he realized that perhaps everything said in those reports could be true, maybe even leaving the writers of those reports at a loss for words.
"Had we known we would encounter such a prodigy, would it not have been more appropriate to choose an alliance..."
Cooper couldn’t help but murmur to himself.
But unfortunately, this is ultimately just an impossible hypothesis.
Fuming Ge was not the stingy and rigid Goodman; in his wizard dictionary, there was always only the law of "survival of the fittest," with no concept of "equivalent exchange," let alone "investment and return."
"Where are you planning to go?"
"This must be your last resort..."
The wild wind roared past both sides of his ears, black hair lifted, aura swirling like a flag, and Ronan heard Alazan’s slightly weary voice in his ear.
"I no longer have the capability to detach from you and find a second soul host...
Don’t drag me into the abyss of destruction due to foolish pride..."
"Don’t worry, I’ve already found a way out."
Ronan replied with a calm expression and a determined tone, "Of course, I might need a little of your help."
Alazan no longer spoke, just let out a soft sigh.
Ronan sped through layers of lightning and storms, racing in the void.
Heramus’s Magic-controlling Bracelet was firmly worn on his right arm.
The sound of something shattering, a torrent of energy flooding back across the world.
Without needing to look back, Ronan knew it was the [Forbidden - Black Hole] shattering.
Waves of terrifying magical fluctuations far surpassing any previous one came from behind, bringing Ronan an incredibly intense feeling of his back skin being pierced and stabbed.
Yet Ronan’s gaze remained calm, paying it no mind.
On top of the "Silver Falcon" airship, a massive Hexagram Array began spreading outward; the six light points forming the hexagram also started brightening one by one, like blazing suns that illuminated a large portion of the overcast and dim sky.
The glow of the Array projected downward, extending to an endless distance, making Ronan’s fleeing figure seemingly expose everything without a place to hide.
Yet, at some moment, the Hexagram Array about to operate at its peak and unleash its power suddenly halted.
Following that, the entire Array began to contract inward, and the terrifying momentum that dispersed before slowly subsided.
As the six dazzling light points converged into one spot, a humanoid form, as if refracted by countless rays, slowly materialized from the void.
The humanoid figure lifted its head to look into the distance, and at the place where its gaze fell, a figure also paused its steps hesitatingly.
Ronan stood at the edge of the giant Eye of the Vaulted Sky, the deep azure storm vortex, with his magic robe and long hair being tugged by the storm, yet his figure was firmly nailed in the void like a rock, staring into the distance at the humanoid figure projected from the Hexagram Array.
A Level 5 Wizard skilled in Space Magic, in this region, no matter where he fled, it would be difficult to escape being hunted by the other.
Hence, the nearby Storm Realm turned out to be his best sanctuary at this moment.
After all, it was a dangerous place where even Sixth-level Dawn Wizards had perished; even if the opponent desired the inheritance on his body, they probably wouldn’t dare enter the Storm Realm to capture him.
The Hexagram Array’s "flag lowering," served as a verification of Ronan’s conjecture.
Ronan gently flicked the Magic Controller Bracelet on his right arm, emitting a crisp sound akin to crystal clashing.
He raised his right hand, wanting the humanoid figure in the distance to see the bracelet on his arm more clearly.
Ronan whispered the other’s name, then turned around, tore through the layers of the storm ahead with both hands, and leaped without hesitation into the deep azure bottomless storm vortex.
The small figure entering the Eye of the Storm was akin to a speck of dust being sucked into the whirlpool at a lake’s bottom, without stirring even a trace of ripple.
Cooper slowly withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and even his very soul seemed to quiver violently with his body.
"Fuming... master..."
Cooper deeply lowered his head towards his chest, lifting his right hand in salute, visibly trembling beneath his magic robe.