Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 424 - 198: Bone Bell, "Extreme Boiling Lake"! For Whom the Bell Tolls (Second update, seeking to secure the monthly ticket!)

Chapter 424: Chapter 198: Bone Bell, "Extreme Boiling Lake"! For Whom the Bell Tolls (Second update, seeking to secure the monthly ticket!)

Both of them regarded him as their target, and they also sensed each other’s intentions, focusing most of their attention on each other, cautiously testing.

"Come on, hurry up... perfect timing..."

Ronan took a gentle breath, pretending to be oblivious as he slightly lowered his head, though the gleam in his unseen eyes grew stronger.

Just as the two Level 3 Wizards were getting closer, Ronan was contemplating how to make his move to kill one while ensuring the other could not escape...

Suddenly.

"Buzz——"

A strange sonic wave swept rapidly across the field.

All the Level 3 Wizards still present trembled slightly. Ronan suddenly looked up, his gaze swiftly shifting to a certain location.

"Buzz buzz buzz——"

The eerie sound waves continued incessantly.

This sound, as if from a dilapidated and decayed bell tower, carried a subtle and eerie power that tingled the soul.

All the wizards present were immersed in the sound of the bell, staring blankly in the direction from which it came.

Ronan no longer cared about "fishing" and burst out from his hiding spot, ascending as high as possible.

Reaching a certain height where the view was clear, Ronan narrowed his eyes, and with his excellent eyesight, he saw—

To the west, above a cluster of ancient fairy buildings, the figures of wizards were frantically fleeing.

Behind them, a dark gray tide of clouds rolled across the sky, surging forward.

Atop the tide, a terrifying figure surrounded by countless ghosts emerged. The strange bell sounds were emanating from this figure, whose body was enveloped in a thick smoke several meters high, almost completely obscuring his features, with only a pair of pure black eyes visible, coldly sweeping toward Ronan’s direction...

Those desperately fleeing wizards were one by one overtaken by the terrifying figure, and the dark gray tide of ghosts engulfed them instantly, devouring them without a trace.

The terrifying figure standing atop the ghostly tide swelled with gray smoke, rapidly expanding like an inflating balloon, becoming almost as thick as a cloud...

When the last fleeing wizard was swallowed by the ghostly tide, a wizard among them finally recognized the figure’s identity.

It was one of the two Intermediate Level 3 Stage Wizards who had fought earlier; his face pallid as if he had seen a monstrously terrifying creature. With a trembling voice, he said: "It’s Maphalin... Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin.

He’s here!"

"When the Funeral Bell tolls... no one is spared!"

The voice of the Level 3 Wizard turned into a kind of despairing wail towards the end.

He turned and fled like a madman. Other wizards, upon hearing the name "Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin," reacted similarly.

The rest, having already sensed a strong threat from the dark gray ghostly tide that engulfed each Level 3 Wizard, also scattered like birds and beasts.

In less than half a breath’s time, only Ronan was still standing in the area.

"Intermediate Level 3 Stage, nearing the Late Level 3 Stage of spiritual cultivation..."

Ronan stood high in the air, squinting as he observed the figure approaching atop the ghostly tide.

The sound of the Funeral Bell echoed repeatedly around him, growing faster and more sinister.

In Ronan’s mind, three Spiritual Power Crystals trembled slightly under the tolling of the Funeral Bell, but in his eyes...

there was only the thick, cloud-like gray smoke on the figure.

"If I could defeat this guy..."

Ronan lightly licked his slightly dry lips, "I wonder how much I could increase my soul power..."

Ronan’s eyes flashed, ready to charge forward.

Suddenly, a frantic voice rang in his ear.

"Damn it..."

Ronan looked puzzled, turning his head, seeing Claire who had left earlier now reappear in front of him.

"Have you lost your mind? Standing still at such a time, waiting to die?!"

Claire rushed up to Ronan, nearly shouting into his ear.

"Every generation’s Skull Mourning Bell is utterly mad!

Before inheriting this title, the first thing they do is kill all their fellow disciples and teachers, then refine them all into ghosts, serving as resources to strengthen the Realm of Dead Souls..."

Claire spoke through gritted teeth, continuously urging Ronan: "Move it, you ignorant fool."

Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin is a contender for the top twenty spots in this battle... He could crush you, a mere Level 2, a hundred times more easily than crushing an ant!"

"How did you come back?"

Claire’s string of words was met only by Ronan’s question, his expression slightly odd.

Claire was stunned, then all the anxiety on his face quickly disappeared, shaking his head as he swiftly retreated backwards.

"Yes, how could I have come back.

I am such a fool... I should have let you die, compared to you, Orian seems much more pleasant..."

Ronan watched Claire babbling nonsensically with a laugh, not looking back as he left a second time.

Turning around, Ronan’s face showed no more emotional fluctuations.

He calmly took a step forward...

"Whoosh—"

In a teleportation-like manner, he abruptly appeared high in the air, almost level with a terrifying silhouette in front of him, which was enveloped in rolling Soul Smoke, revealing only a pair of pitch-black eyes.

The latter stood on the crest of a dark-gray tide, surrounded by numerous translucent Ghosts, looking at Ronan with a surprise in his eyes as if discovering a new continent.

"This is the first time... I have seen an ant like you actively seeking relief."

"Is it fear and despair driving you?"

Ronan remained silent, just standing quietly.

Feeling the mighty and terrifying icy breath of Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin before him, and hearing the gloomy and obscure sound of the mourning bell...

Ronan felt his blood circulation speeding up, beginning to heat up.

Something was awakening between his soul and flesh. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Not only to compete for the plentiful Soul Smoke to enhance his soul power, but also because...

It had been three years.

He had been silent for three whole years.

Even the sharpest sword, if not unsheathed for three years, would lose its edge.

Especially for someone like Ronan, who had grown from numerous trials by fire and blood.

He had always longed for a hearty battle, craving a worthy opponent.

Now, the Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin before him... obviously met his expectations.

Ronan took a deep breath, looking at Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin in front of him.

The opponent casually extended a hand toward him, and the ghostly tide below his feet surged and rolled over.

Ronan did not dodge, but the deep blue in his eyes grew denser and brighter until...

It was completely ignited like flames!

"Boom!"

A pure and powerful Spiritual Field erupted from Ronan, oddly displaying a hint of golden color, wrapped in an invisible and terrible heatwave, causing the void around him to blur and distort.

Ronan’s eyes were gleaming, the deep blue at the bottom of his eyes now turning into pure gold, intense as boiling molten magma!

He softly spoke: "[Clear Sky Realm—Extreme Boiling Lake]!"

After reaching a thousand points in Master Level Proficiency in the [Basic Meditation Technique], [Clear Sky Realm] unlocks its second special state following [Lake of Thoughtlessness]—[Extreme Boiling Lake]!

In this state, Ronan’s fighting spirit was ignited to the extreme, his thinking, consciousness, inspiration... all aspects enhanced tenfold beyond normal.

Every Spell he cast would be an "over-achievement," squeezing his potential to the limit, and every bit of his spiritual power would burst forth intensely like burning oil!

Ronan gently raised his hand, and a tide-like mysterious energy surged from between his fingers.

A large amount of free Ice Energy Particles in the air converged, forming rolling cold currents.

Bright deep blue veins extended from Ronan’s feet to all sides, quickly sketching out a huge and beautiful hexagonal snowflake pattern, and a giant Ice Blade burst forth from the sealed Ice Frost vortex...

"Listen closely..."

"Skull Mourning Bell... for whom does your death knell toll!"

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