Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 294 - 152: Icebound

The deeper Ronan delved into the ruins of the Mirror Court, the more he realized the power and mystique of space and mirror magic.

This legacy from the Mirror Court of the Ancient Wizard Force, no matter what... he had to fight for it!

Benny had told him, resources, connections, reputation...everything must be contested.

How else to seize opportunities?

Without fighting, one would only be overtaken by others!

He had already "missed" the qualification to enter the First Battlefield; now, in this Level 1 Second Battlefield, he could not let anything slip by!

Ronan was not sure whether the one who first obtained the Mirror Rune representing entry into the next round of inheritance selection was qualified, or if only the ultimate possessor was qualified.

Although the latter was undoubtedly much more probable, if there was even the slightest possibility for the former, Ronan would not let the opportunity slip away right before his eyes.

Even if it meant being a "sacrificial lamb" once.

This was a good opportunity to test his real combat strength.

Ronan’s gaze swept over the faces of the astonished wizards below. Apart from the three Magic Ring Wizards, there were fifteen opposing wizards.

Among them, nine were in the Late Level 2 Stage, six in the Intermediate Level 2 Stage.

This massive opposing force...

"Really... a bit challenging."

Ronan muttered to himself, his eyes rapidly sealed by an icy blue light, irrelevant thoughts and emotions sinking to the bottom of the Ice Lake...

Just as he was about to enter the state of Lake of Thoughtlessness, the platform below, which had fallen into an eerie silence...suddenly erupted with a surge of energy as intense as a volcanic eruption!

Many summoned Second-tier Magic, one after another swelling Power of Magic Domain, flames, lava, vines, thorns, shadows...countless energy particles instantly formed what seemed like an energy tsunami capable of devouring everything, roaring towards Ronan.

The vast number of magic spells and Power of Magic Domain collided to form a terrifying force field that instantaneously twisted the entire void above the platform, the fearsome power forcing Glenn and the other two Magic Ring Wizards to step back in horror.

At that moment, all three were frantically thinking—

"Has this guy from the Seventh Magic Rings...gone mad?!!"

However, the next instant, they saw, amidst the light distorted to blurriness, the young figure they thought was arrogantly ignorant, thus engaging in madness, raised his hand and gently made a motion to touch his ear.

A Blue Diamond Earring on his left earlobe bloomed with bright light, followed by several outlines of Magic Tools flying out from the earring, as if automatically adorning the young man’s body...

Before the three could see more, the magical onslaught and energy tsunami released by the three factions of wizards had already propelled high into the sky, in the blink of an eye, engulfing the young man’s figure.

Fire rings and magma, vines and thorns, flowing black mist, intermittently visible scythes and Light Arrows...

Numerous magic spells surrounded that piece of void, colliding intensely with each other, the void seeming to collapse under this terrifying barrage, the air in that spot seeming to rapidly compress...

"He really brought it on himself..."

The faces of Glenn and the others turned sour, watching the scene, their eyes flickering rapidly.

Before entering the Secret Realm, everyone had signed a contract, theoretically forbidden from killing fellow wizards.

But such death under the collective magical barrage of many people should be considered a special case; probably even the contract would not take effect, purely a case of seeking one’s own death, and a pointless death at that.

The key was...this fool from the Seventh Rings sought his own death, but this move might cause the spearheads of the other three factions on the field to all turn towards the Magic Rings, and the unlucky ones next might be them.

Originally, they Magic Ring Wizards were already weak on this platform, the chances of emerging victorious were already not great, now this probability was directly compressed to infinitesimally close to zero.

Just as Glenn and the others were frantically turning their brains, thinking about their next move.

Suddenly....

"Crack—"

A strange sound drew their attention.

Following the direction from which the sound came, Glenn and the others looked up to find that the void which had just collapsed under intense magical barrage had now fallen into an eerily static and solidified state.

Those rampaging energy flows, colliding spells, flickering lights...everything seemed to be forcibly frozen solid, altogether forming a bizarre whole, frozen still.

As if frozen by an invisible force out of thin air.

This eerie sight made the other wizards on the platform realize something was wrong, everyone frowning deeply at the spot of void, some starting to chant spells in a low voice, others shivering as if attacked by an unfounded chill...

"Hiss—"

This slight intake of cold air seemed to elongate the timeline in an instant.

All sounds on the platform suddenly receded, the air abruptly turning stiff and awkward, filled with despair, ice-cold, sharply penetrating chill, like invisible venomous snakes silently crawling along the gradually solidifying chunks of void, swiftly streaming into every wizard on the field.

Along their skin, flesh, bones...desperately drilling towards the depths of their hearts.

"Boom!"

The next second, the energy and magical tide frozen mid-air in the void shattered explosively, breaking into countless mottled streams of light.

Followed by what seemed like a glacier that had not melted for thousands of years suddenly blasting apart, a sweeping, indescribable, intensely glaring cold wave quickly swept over the entire mirrored platform space.