Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 332 - 169: Fierce, Flesh Monster

Ronan hadn’t entered the state of "Complete Ancient Giant Demonization" for a long time.

Besides the fact that the more "cost-effective" state of "Half-Giant Demonization" he had comprehended was sufficient to cope with most battle situations, entering the state of "Complete Giant Demonization" was not something he could achieve whenever he wanted.

Aside from the pressure he imposed on himself, "Complete Giant Demonization" also required some external pressure. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Under the oppression given by twelve Level 3 Wizards including Lola, he completed this final half-step of transformation.

With his "Ascetic Body Refinement" at a Master Level Proficiency of over five hundred, he compressed to the extreme and erupted with a majestic vitality energy, accidentally activating that small remaining part of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline in his body.

Consequently, his current appearance was somewhat different from the original form of the "Ancient Giant Demon."

His long, glowing white hair gradually transitioned to dark blue at the roots, a pitch-black vertical slit added to the center of his pure white eyes, and the surface of his body showed snake scale-like raised patterns. Even the densely packed blue veins and the extremely fierce features of his face exhibited more of a demonic and evil temperament than before.

Ronan stood in the arena, his body wrapped in a thin suit of metal formed by the molten blend of Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel and Neiman Alloy, perfectly outlining his imposing and powerful physique with tremendous impact.

The atmosphere, suppressed to its limit, was broken by a brief chant of a spell just as it was about to freeze.

Resurrection Society Wizards, located several positions next to Ronan suddenly began to cast magic. At the same time, the others quickly retreated, attempting to distance themselves from Ronan, displaying well-coordinated teamwork.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, an icy light bursting forth from the vertical slit in his pure white pupils.

"Lake of Thoughtlessness!"

Alone against twelve Level 3 Wizards, he felt no fear or tension; instead, there was a faint excitement and anticipation.

Then these emotions were all frozen and quickly sunken to the bottom of his heart.

"Bang!"

Like the sound of thunder exploding, Ronan’s figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, leaving behind a violently shaking blur.

When he reappeared, he had instantaneously moved right in front of a Level 3 Wizard.

With less than a meter between them, he could clearly see the ordinary and surprised face of the middle-aged man hidden under the hood.

"Ancient Power!"

A mysterious rune, black as tadpoles, quietly lit up in the palm of his right hand, while white thunder danced up his entire right arm, incessantly pouring into the five fingers that wrapped around it.

The mysterious power handed down from ancient times awakened once again, and Ronan nonchalantly threw a punch.

The pupils of the hooded face widened dramatically, the potential of the spell nearly reaching its culmination forcibly dispersed, only managing to attempt to touch a ring on his hand before...

"Boom!"

Hit by Ronan’s punch wrapped in black light, the Level 3 Wizard exploded like a ripped rag doll, his limbs and fragments bursting further apart.

"Bang!"

At the spot where his punch landed, a black collapse dent appeared, a large cloud of blood mist spreading, but before it could reach Ronan, it was violently shredded by the terrifying aura surrounding him.

"Hm?!"

Ronan casually wiped his face, free of any bloodstains, and turned his head to look towards a position tens of meters away where a pale-faced middle-aged man staggered out.

Clutching a completely cracked bizarre clay doll tightly in his hand, he slowly loosened his grip, his eyes looking towards Ronan, dark and unsightly.

"A death substitution technique?"

Ronan frowned.

Just now, his punch on Lola had a similar effect.

Indeed, these were Level 3 Wizards. Setting aside their combat strength, their long-accumulated wealth and knowledge equipped them with various means of saving their lives.

Difficult to kill... was also to be expected.

"Rumble—"

In just this short period of time, several spells bombarded towards Ronan.

All were Third Rank, with gigantic viscous blood clusters exploding into strangely flower-shaped forms, each petal of blood containing a crushing atmosphere.

There were massive green crystals intertwined with fine electric sparks, sprouting countless sharp filaments, each penetrating the void.

There were also transparent, invisible, fierce palms, the fingers compressively squeezing out a terrifying force of collapse.

Ronan took a step forward, arms spread, his sharp, pitch-black fingers clanging, with silver-white metal adhering to them, and a mysterious, light blue Flame of Break Magic arose.

"Boom! Bang!"

Three Third Rank magic attacks were all shattered by him, the countless bursting Energy Particles streams, like scattered thunder and whips, crazily lashed on his body, causing a dense, crisp crackling sound.

Ronan stepped out of the energy torrent, his dark blue and glowing white hair behind him rising like a cloak, his body flickering with countless energy sparks, the metal suit shattered, yet the fierce and burly body beneath showed no signs of any marks.

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

Ronan’s figure disappeared abruptly, and appeared again just as suddenly.

With every flash, another Resurrection Society Level 3 Wizard exploded.

After this wizard’s body exploded, it transformed into countless blood-red bats scattering in all directions. Ronan casually swung an arm, cutting through the air with his palm, slicing out a gigantic, crescent-shaped black air blade, instantly shredding a large swath of the blood-red bats.