Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 388 - 187 Absolute Frost Seal Formation

The mirror reflected a silver light, revealing the breathtaking beauty of the witch girl.

However, this picturesque scene, akin to a perfect oil painting, lasted barely half a breath. The mirror-smooth silver-white metal began to melt into a translucent crimson liquid, dripping from the void and evaporating in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

In the distance, intense energy waves accompanied by sudden rising billows of white steam formed a small twisted mushroom cloud.

Amidst the chaos of ice and flames, a beautifully crafted lady’s staff, burning fiercely, spun out and was gracefully caught by a slender, fair hand.

The charming and adorable witch girl crinkled her nose, her petal-like lips pouting slightly as she held the staff, muttering, "I hate this chilly feeling..."

Directly ahead, amidst the rolling white waves, Ronan stepped out calmly.

At this moment, his arms hung naturally at his sides, with a thin layer of light burning on his skin, and mysterious snake-scale patterns briefly appeared before vanishing.

The liquefied metals in the air re-gathered, dancing like silver snakes in the sky before obediently flying towards him.

Ronan examined the reclaimed magic medium metals, his gaze fluctuating slightly.

He had just used himself as bait, confronting the power of the Red Lotus Staff while teleporting the space-silvered metal beside the Ash Witch, attempting to attack her body with the [Shattering Silver].

Yet the result was that he hardly had a chance to unleash the power of space shattering when the "mirror" melted.

The total amount of silverized metal, which served as the magic medium, had evaporated by more than half.

In his long experience as a Metal Element Wizard, in countless battles of the same level and even beyond, the metal medium he’d lost in total was nothing compared to this one encounter with the witch girl.

Although the second-tier metal medium was somewhat lagging behind his battle pace at this stage, such loss...

"Ash Witch..."

He sensed the spirited energy waves emanating from the exquisite beauty of the witch girl in the distance, radiating a fiery aura.

Behind her petite figure, a bloom made entirely of flames seemed to unfurl slowly.

Ronan exhaled lightly, reaching towards the icy blue earring on his right earlobe.

Even though he had overestimated the fire magic power held by his opponent, her real strength was more terrifying than he had imagined, by over tenfold.

Such terrifyingly high-temperature fire magic indeed possessed the ability to incinerate everything to ashes.

Just as Ronan showed his readiness to continue the fight, the witch girl in the distance had eyes glowing pink, slowly revealing a naïve, innocent smile on her exquisite face.

She raised the red staff in her hand, forming a beautiful spark as if elegantly and eagerly preparing to start an entertaining game.

...

"Lady Grace!"

The silver-haired witch appeared beside Grace with a near-instantaneous speed, filled with concern, "Are you alright?"

Grace shook her head, lightly touching her slightly swollen cheek and wincing in pain, though her gaze remained fixed in the direction of the distant battlefield.

"Ruby, do you have any Life Potion on you? Hurry, bring it out!"

After a hectic moment, seeing that the redness and swelling on Grace’s cheek had healed without a trace, the silver-haired witch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning to look in the direction Grace had been watching, her face revealed a complex expression.

"I now believe that person approached the princess by pure chance, not with hidden motives..."

"No one would face Ash Witch Mollie directly otherwise."

"Just an ignorant fool..."

A voice broke the tense atmosphere. Young Wizard Donny, who had nearly lost his life under the Red Lotus Staff, spoke lowly, with a dark expression, "This southern native wizard has no clue what he’s about to face. He’s just a mere Level 2 wizard..."

"Have you ever seen an ant try to stop a flowing river of lava? That’s what this is, heh..."

"Donnie!"

The silver-haired witch reprimanded coldly, and Young Wizard Donny scoffed, closing his mouth begrudgingly.

"Let’s... get out of here first."

The silver-haired witch hesitated before suggesting.

As unpleasant as Donny’s words were, it was undeniable they held some truth.

Only a southern native wizard, unaware of the "Ash Witch" and never having felt her true terror, would dare to face her at Level 2.

But in this situation, using his naïve courage, hoping to cause the Ash Witch even a minor hindrance, was the perfect opportunity to escape and ensure their group’s safety.

However, leaving behind the person who had saved the princess once before...

The silver-haired witch couldn’t help but check Grace’s reaction. Seeing her silence, she assumed consent, feeling relieved, then quickly exchanged a glance with her companion and started to retreat with Grace.

To comfort Grace, the silver-haired witch added, "Princess, don’t feel guilty. Mollie likely came here specifically for you."

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