Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 470 - 216: From Ancient Times to the Present, Your Name Has Always Been On My Menu (Second Update, Asking for Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 470: Chapter 216: From Ancient Times to the Present, Your Name Has Always Been On My Menu (Second Update, Asking for Monthly Tickets)_2

However, the fearsome power that stagnates everything seems to have no effect on the "Night" spread out high above the platform.

Great swathes of shadow still fell like smoke, Ronan’s "Winter Mirror" is about to be concealed by the "Black Veil".

"Is the Power of Spatial Stasis really ineffective?

Legend has it that the Ancient Fallen Crow travel through shadows, walking between reality and illusion. It seems that Angelie has inherited part of this ability. That’s his reliance.." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Ronan’s face was expressionless as he lightly tapped the void in front of him.

The polished smooth "Winter Mirror" shattered, turning the exquisite Snow Country scene into countless irregular fragments as the terrifying spatial turbulence gushed out.

Above the platform, the dense shadows were "Cut" into sections, like a large piece of cloth shredded by wild knives, yet their number did not diminish but rather rolled out even more.

Ronan walked through the chaotic, shattered torrents, his body inch by inch grew taller, pure white lightning burst forth from his skin surface, muscles and veins bulging... he had already entered the state of "Complete Giant Demonization".

"Tear—"

A ripping sound like that of torn silk rose beside him. Ronan raised his hand and threw a punch, the black light of [Ancient Power] rune dancing in his palm.

"Boom!"

Where the punch landed, space collapsed, light warped, and the black magic scythe sneaking a slanting strike at him from the shadows shattered under his fist.

But an extremely cold breath rushed at him from behind. Ronan turned and swung his arm in a horizontal slash, his right arm coated with Titanium collided fiercely with a black bird’s claw, the size of an adult’s, having six toes, producing a violent metalic clang.

The giant bird’s claw, sharp as red diamonds, sliced through Ronan’s chest, easily tearing through the Spiritual Field and Titanium Protection, leaving deep scratch marks as if cut by a knife on Ronan’s body.

Ronan, as if unfazed by the wound or pain, immediately grabbed the bizarre, ferocious giant bird’s claw, trying to drag out whoever was hiding in its shadow.

But the bird’s claw exploded into a multitude of black mists with a "bang", and in the next moment Angelie’s figure was faintly visible in the nearby darkness, letting out a series of sentimental sighs.

"Who would have thought, the boy who sneakily crept into others’ homes to kill... has now grown to such heights."

"I’m truly happy for you, dear Ronan."

Angelie spoke non-stop, his words suggesting, entirely as if he were a close friend of Ronan’s.

However, his attacks on Ronan never ceased.

The claws of the Fallen Crow materialized unpredictably in the shadows, each strike accompanied by either the presence or absence of faint energy fluctuations.

Angelie perfectly inherited the temperament of the Ancient Fallen Crow, his level of weaving "conspiracies" is worthy of a Master.

He continued to release various "false signals" to harass Ronan, which could also include some real ones.

Ronan’s spiritual power could not capture his silhouette, and the only thing he could rely on, his instinctive perception, was also muddled by these indistinguishable "signals"—he didn’t know which of the captured energy fluctuations were real and which were deliberately released by Angelie.

He was being "played in the palm" by Angelie.

"Whoo—"

Ronan stood in the void at the center of the platform, trying hard to regulate his breath.

On his magnificent and towering Ancient Demon body, a wound was slowly healing.

The injury wasn’t serious, but there was a significant consumption of the Vital Light Ball inside him, and what’s worse, the large platform was now completely shrouded in the black Night.

Ronan could hardly see any external scenes, and Angelie’s traces became even more elusive.

"No good, if this goes on, he’ll exhaust me sooner or later..."

"Only attempting [Hand Snow Country] or [Schiper Endless Vortex] kind of ultimate moves might break Angelie’s Shadow Domain.."

Ronan had not attempted to use high-damage magic because he felt the effects might not be great.

Angelie was different from any opponent he had faced before, extremely nauseating—he never confronted Ronan head-on, always lurking in the dark.

Just like a very patient crow, using various means to gradually wear down all of the opponent’s energy until the prey is completely dead, only then swooping down to peck at the flesh and blood, enjoying a lavish meal.

Ronan had no doubt that "Hand Snow Country" and "Schiper’s Endless Vortex" could break through Angelie’s Shadow Domain, but breaking through did not mean the end of the fight. It was very likely that the latter would make a comeback, perhaps Angelie was hoping that Ronan would do just that, to accelerate Ronan’s "expenditure", bringing him a step closer to the crow’s feast.

Even with this premonition, Ronan had no better plan; he could only give it a try.

Ronan took a deep breath, suppressing the rising negative emotions within his heart.

This was undoubtedly the most frustrating battle he had ever experienced. If he could get his hands on Angelie, he would definitely....

Wait a minute!

A flash of inspiration struck Ronan’s mind, as he suddenly thought of something.

"Soul aura and magic energy fluctuations can be concealed by the shadows, but emotional fluctuations might not..."

With one percent of Hekarter’s Bloodline coursing through his veins, Ronan inherited the ancient overlord’s keen perception and felt it was worth a try.

Even if he still couldn’t pinpoint Angelie’s exact location, he could force him to reveal some flaws, creating more opportunities.

With this thought, Ronan’s expression completely calmed.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

Within the falling shroud of night, a series of bone-crunching sounds emanated from Ronan.

He disengaged from the "Full Giant Demon Transformation" state, shifting into another form.

His figure shrank slightly, but his height remained close to two meters, his physique more elongated. The originally exaggerated bulging muscles and veins receded, his pale hair starting at the roots gradually turned to dark blue, and bizarre snake-like patterns grew on the surface of his skin...

Meanwhile, the graceful and composed Angelie, playing as if he were in the midst of a game, began to slowly emerge from a certain point in the Void.

He even held a glass of red wine in his hand, appearing completely out of combat readiness.

"Let’s see..."

Angelie reached out to touch his chin lightly, looking down at Ronan with amusement, smilingly said: "Our dear little Ronan, what remarkable tactics are you preparing now?"

At this moment, Ronan’s transformation was complete.

He outstretched his limbs, as large swathes of black-blue Ice Frost turned into refined smoke, wrapping around his tall and straight figure like obedient snakes.

At that moment, he almost seemed to be one with the shadow of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake behind him, exuding an indescribable allure, evil, ancient, and mysterious aura.

In three years time, grappling countless times with the residual consciousness of Hekarter, Ronan had mastered the control over the one percent Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline in his body!

Now, the power of this Bloodline was fully activated.

Angelie looked at Ronan’s current form with great interest, as if he was very much looking forward to his next move.

Under Angelie’s gaze, the young man amidst the black-blue Ice Frost smoke suddenly lifted his head, his increasingly handsome face featured a pair of vertical blue-gold snake pupils that were exceptionally captivating.

As their eyes met, Angelie squinted, smiling as he took a delicate sip from his glass.

However, the young man suddenly spoke calmly: "Has your Ancient Fallen Crow Bloodline ever told you..."

"From ancient times to present, your name..."

"Has always been on my menu."

"Uh.."

Angelie’s action of lifting his glass was abruptly frozen, a trace of astonishment appearing on his face.

At the same time, the boy’s eyes below fiercely ignited with intense sharpness.

"I’ve found you... Angelie!"

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