Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 213 - 118: Pure Body—Ancient Giant Demon Form!_3

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The continuously collapsing and pressing air felt ten times heavier than the low pressure before a storm.

An intense sensation of suffocation, the gradually dimming light, along with the agony and crisis feeling as if countless Small Knives were simultaneously slicing through the body....

Ronan, looking up, narrowed his eyes towards the stream of light giant hand descending rapidly overhead, his Magic Robe flapping wildly as if it were a tattered flag in the raging winds.

"So this is the might of a Level 1 Magic Domain Resonance... Facing it directly as an opponent is indeed terrifying.."

Ronan muttered under his breath, yet the light in his eyes seemed to grow stronger bit by bit.

"Just right... Under such pressure, the move I conceived might truly be realized..."

Having said that, Ronan took a deep breath.

He closed his eyes, no longer paying any attention to the looming crisis overhead.

Immediately after, the fiery white flames that surrounded him receded completely, as if choosing to abandon all resistance at this moment.

His slender and fragile body stood amidst the deep blue falling darkness and the ferocity of the howling winds, like a reed that might be uprooted and mercilessly crushed at any moment.

However, only Ronan himself knew the effort he was making now—

Within his robust body, the large white Light Ball situated at the center of his chest was being desperately compressed inward by his spiritual power.

After his mental capacity was developed, Ronan conceived a special technique for utilizing the Pure Body.

Compressing all vitality to the extreme, followed by releasing it all in an instant... The power unleashed in that moment might exceed ten times, or even dozens of times more than the normal activation state of the Pure Body!

After completing this concept, Ronan had only tried it a few simple times and never truly tested it completely.

One reason was that a single test would deplete nearly all of the vitality in his body, which was too costly.

The second reason was that the external pressure was not enough; his spiritual power at the Late Level 1 Stage alone could not achieve the ultimate compression he envisioned.

However, now, under the terrifying pressure of Late Level 2 Stage Wizard Clements’ Level 1 Magic Domain Resonance spell attack, all the external conditions Ronan desired were perfectly met!

The process went exceptionally smoothly.

The large white Light Ball within his chest shrank from the size of a human head to the size of a fist, then to that of a pigeon’s egg... Its color became denser, yet its volume became increasingly smaller.

In an instant, a thumb-sized, nearly solidified white Light Ball swirling with countless lightning-like sparks of light finally formed within Ronan.

He could no longer continue to compress it; it had reached some kind of extreme.

Ronan could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within the pure white ball—like "compressing a lake into the palm of one’s hand"—it was the condensation of a vast amount of vitality!

"To compress it to the extreme... what comes next is to release."

With an expectation mingling trepidation, Ronan quietly withdrew his nearly Complete Late Level 1 spiritual power.

And without this pressure to sustain it....

"Pop—"

As if something had suddenly burst inside Ronan’s body.

The Hand of Aeolus, summoned by Clements’ Level 1 Magic Domain Resonance, was now almost just a few meters away from him...

And at that moment.

Ronan’s eyes suddenly sprang open, and from his deep blue pupils burst forth two beams of solidified pure white light.

His handsome face was for an instant overtaken by pain and contortion, a dense network of throbbing veins emerged, making his appearance utterly ferocious.

"Crack crack crack—"

A series of dense sounds emanated from Ronan’s body, of flesh stretching and bones clashing.

His entire body inflated rapidly like a balloon, his physique bursting through the Magic Robe, dense and rich white light burst forth from every pore of his body, converging and interweaving into the shape of lightning.

His originally short-cropped white hair also began to grow rapidly....

"Boom!"

As the Hand of Aeolus summoned by Clements pressed down with force, a burst of energy exploded below.

Not only one, but several Magic Ring Wizards watching the battle, in their nearly blurred vision, vaguely saw—a figure several meters in length, fierce and majestic, with white hair down to its waist, in the form of an Ancient Giant Demon, silently roaring towards the sky....