The young man with a ponytail growled, and the lightning markings on both sides of his face suddenly lit up, ejecting deep blue beams from his eyes.
The beams tore through the void with an indescribable piercing terror, quickly shooting towards the figure in front of him that brought a strong sense of danger.
Yet the next second, the two beams were effortlessly caught by a large, sinister hand.
"Crack—"
Ronan casually shattered the spells like breaking a biscuit, his fingers suddenly spreading open, and countless dark red spiritual silks entwined around his hand, seemingly slow yet fast, reaching lightly for the young man's chest.
"Get lost!"
The young man shouted, forming seals with both hands, and his purple leather armor burst forth with unparalleled brilliance, displaying a crystal-like luster.
Numerous platinum runes on the armor illuminated, forming a powerful defensive force that firmly blocked Ronan's hand and the countless dark red silks outside.
"Zzz—"
