Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 333 - 169: Fierce, Flesh Monster_2

The remaining bats gathered at the other end of the space, reassembling into a thin human form.

Wobbling, before he could stabilize, a sudden figure, swift as lightning, violently shattered him!

"Bang—"

This time, only a few sporadic bats emerged.

Ronan crushed them one by one, and as he killed the last one, a black ring fell out of the bat’s belly.

He gently pinched the ring, turned around, and scanned the remaining people with a calm expression.

The originally intense chanting of spells and fluctuations of spiritual power had almost completely stopped, and the faces that met Ronan’s gaze were filled with shock, horror, and disbelief.

Underneath the concealing Black Robe, someone’s hand holding a Magic Wand uncontrollably trembled slightly.

A strained voice sounded softly.

"Salanqi... this guy, he can even withstand Third Rank Magic steadfastly!"

"Brooke is dead; I’ve lost all connection to his soul..."

"Is this a matter of Bloodline or some body modification technique... I don’t understand."

"Ah—"

Suddenly, someone screamed piercingly, flailing all over like a madman, rushing towards Ronan.

"What are you stopping for? Are you cowardly?

He’s just a Second-level! He still has the coordinates we need!

You bunch of incompetent wastes!"

"Whoosh—"

Ronan’s figure vanished and reappeared behind the frenzied figure.

The latter’s swaying body abruptly stopped, a face twisted with hate and pain, mingled with reluctance and bitterness, slowly turned downward.

Upon seeing a huge blood hole going straight through her chest, Lola fell apart and crumbled like withered vines...

A golden glow flew out from her corpse, a gray mist enveloped the glow faintly revealing Lola’s face changing expressions, while an intense vitality emanated from the glow.

"Unscathed Wood?"

Ronan’s eyes flickered, he moved to grab the glow, but suddenly a spell flew in from somewhere.

He casually shattered the spell, but his movement was obstructed, and he could only watch helplessly as the golden glow, dragged by Lola’s soul, tore open a gap in the space and rapidly burrowed in.

"Damn!"

Ronan sharply turned to look at the direction the spell had come from; a figure in a Black Robe, intimidated by his icy gaze, subconsciously retreated several steps.

Even with the Black Robe’s concealment, one could still sense his panic and nervousness.

"We can’t be trapped here forever!"

Ronan’s eyes flickered, staring at where Lola had just escaped, took out the Mirror Dagger, and gently stabbed himself.

"Swish—"

His figure vanished from the Arena.

It was not the repetition of previous futile attempts.

Now that a significant number of Level 3 Wizards from the Resurrection Society were gathered here, and he had killed one, the power of the Resurrection Society within the independent spaces should have weakened.

This was actually his best chance to escape.

With some luck, he might even catch up to Lola.

Watching Ronan disappear, the Level 3 Wizards of the Resurrection Society on the Combat Arena looked at each other.

"Salanqi!"

Someone softly called out a name.

"Are we still pursuing?"

A Black Robed Wizard of the Resurrection Society who had previously interrupted Lola shook their head.

"And Lola..."

"Forget about her life or death, you shouldn’t have blocked that strike just now!"

The Black Robed Wizard named Salanqi looked coldly at the Level 3 Wizard who had previously blocked Ronan for Lola, then with a flicker in his eyes said, "The strength of the target is much stronger than we anticipated.

Even if we could capture him, the cost might be terribly high.

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Report to the Dark Head."

Salanqi took a deep breath and slowly said: "Let the Dark Head himself take care of him."

"He seems to have a way to escape from the ’Void Mirror Magic Cube’ detention.

If he is determined to run, I’m afraid we won’t be able to wait for the Dark Head to arrive..."

"Doesn’t he have a grudge against that madwoman Lola?

Use Lola as bait to keep him on the hook, and if necessary, send her to him to kill...

That should delay until the Dark Head arrives."

A group of Black Robed Wizards from the Resurrection Society nodded slowly, then one by one, calmed their minds and stepped into the mirror-like void beside them, disappearing one after another.

...

"Swish—"

Ronan’s figure appeared.

The moment he finished teleporting, he immediately saw several figures in front of him rise up simultaneously, looking at him with an extremely nervous and wary expression, as if bracing for battle.

They were several young-looking Second-level Wizards, wearing the same black Magic Robes, but unlike the Resurrection Society Wizards’ pure black robes, these had an exquisite design with a white skull pattern on the chest and a flowing unstable shadow beneath the pattern.

They were Wizards from the Black Nightmare Swamp.

Ronan didn’t bother with them, and while waiting for the cooldown of the Mirror Dagger, pondered his next move.

Now, Ronan had only two options: either escape alone or meet up with the people of the Silver Magic Ring.

Escaping alone was more promising; meeting with the people of the Silver Magic Ring would make facing the subsequent pursuit from the Resurrection Society more comfortable.

But regardless of his choice, he had to resolve one issue first—

The entire arena under the control of the Resurrection Society’s Dawn Magic Tools had turned into a vast spatial cage, which internally was divided into numerous isolated small "cells."