Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 334 - 169: Fierce, Flesh Monster_3

Ronan, though he possessed the Mirror Dagger and could shuttle freely between the "cells," was unable to truly break through the cage, perpetually circling within its confines.

"If only I could figure out the pattern behind these independent spatial shifts..."

Ronan thought to himself, silently picking up the Mirror Dagger, ready to attempt the next teleportation.

Just at that moment, a silver-white Space Energy Seed buried deep within his consciousness trembled slightly, bursting into a cloud of silver mist.

"Hum—"

Ronan felt a buzz in his head, followed by a natural diffusion of his spiritual power that skimmed over rapidly shifting lights and shadows, then quickly retracted.

In his mind, the silver mist ejected by the Space Energy Seed condensed into silver threads; these threads interwove, quickly forming a Magic Cube-like object that spun slowly in his brain.

This silver Magic Cube, comprised of hundreds of varying pieces, shifted the position of each magical segment with every self-rotation...

Ronan was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening.

"Is... is this the Dawn Magic Tool controlled by the Resurrection Society?"

Was it because the silver cane that left behind the Space Energy Seed and the Magic Cube both belonged to the Dawn-grade Mirror Court Magic Tools, creating some mysterious connection between them?

Ronan wasn’t certain, but the anomaly triggered by the Space Energy Seed undoubtedly gave him a great help.

He promptly found his current position on the three-dimensional map of the Magic Cube, and after a single rotation of the silver Magic Cube, he swiftly activated the Mirror Dagger’s teleportation function, aiming in one direction.

"Swish—"

Ronan’s figure disappeared, only to reappear in an empty, isolated small space.

Beneath his feet lay the soil of the Goblin plain, and a faint stench of blood lingered in the air.

"I skipped one square... it went according to my wishes."

Ronan checked the "Magic Cube Map," feeling a surge of exhilaration for a moment.

Quietly waiting for thirty seconds, until the cooldown of the Mirror Dagger ended, he seized the moment, activating it once again.

"Swish—"

"Roar—"

A terrible, non-human roar suddenly erupted next to his ear; upon landing, Ronan saw limbs and severed body parts everywhere, shredded Magic Robes of various colors, and an overpoweringly thick scent of blood.

The independent small space was nearly awash with blood.

"The useless scum of the Resurrection Society! Die!"

A weird low growl sounded next to his ear, accompanied by a sharp and terrifying whooshing sound.

Ronan spun sharply, only to see a blur of crimson.

His eyes narrowed, the long blue-white hair suddenly flared out behind him, runes twinkling in his palm, black light surged, countless fine white lightning bolts gathered in his hand, and he ferociously punched towards the incoming crimson assault.

"Boom!"

It was as if two immeasurably heavy objects had collided violently.

At the point of impact, blood and black light intermingled, space quickly collapsed, contracted... and then exploded like a tsunami hurricane of terrifying force.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

Ronan took several forceful steps backward, his face showing a tinge of shock and disbelief.

In his "Complete Giant Demonization" state, he was actually forced back by the sheer physical force of someone?

It was truly inconceivable.

Looking ahead, Ronan saw a flesh monster more than four meters tall, with bulging muscles rapidly retreating.

As it retreated, half its body exploded like fireworks in a series of detonations.

Underneath the scattered flesh, the emaciated and pale human body was revealed.

When half of the face under that flesh shell emerged, Ronan’s expression subtly changed, and he blurted out.

"Lufer?!"

The pale, handsome face, hair that flowed like perpetual streams of blood, and the eerie eyes where the whites occupied nearly ninety percent of the area.

It was indeed Lufer, the foremost Genius of the Crimson Tower.

The shock on Lufer’s face far exceeded Ronan’s, especially after recognizing Ronan’s appearance and identity, the shock intensified even more.

Tall and imposing pure white body, bizarre and ferocious flesh deformity.

The two stood at opposing ends of the void, their gazes locking as if two monstrous spirits from ancient legends were facing each other from afar.