Under the chaotic sky, the force fields of flames and shadows were torn open by a golden halo, sending out invisible golden ripples like blades, cutting through layers of confinement, giving the space a strong sense of twisted illusion.
Cooper and Lumian both showed expressions of shock and disbelief.
"When did he advance to Level 4?!"
"This spiritual power doesn't contain elemental traits, it's still Level 3... But how can a Level 3 Wizard possess such a powerful spiritual field?!"
Ronan stood at the center of countless golden ripples, his black Magic Robe was also dyed golden by his spiritual power's radiance, as if he was coated in a layer of brilliant gold edges.
His eye color was unusual, difficult to specify, like endless peaceful water, yet upon closer inspection, it seemed to hide an entrancing, bottomless whirlpool.
This was the first time Ronan unleashed his full spiritual power so recklessly.
