Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 978 - 483: Ruin Monsters

"Did Fenrir's will send his minions to catch you?"

Ronan spoke.

"Sort of."

Favara softly explained, "This Spring of Freedom is something we discovered together..."

Ronan understood, no wonder Favara seemed unsurprised by the appearance of the Black Robed Wizard.

"Favara!"

Amidst billowing black smoke, the Black Robed Wizard's voice echoed. Ronan could read emotions like pride, pleasure, and resentment from his sinister face, which astonishingly resembled Favara's, yet held immense enmity towards him.

"Do you think you can escape?"

The Black Robed Wizard laughed heartily, casting only a brief glance at Ronan, and then no longer cared about him.

Clearly, Ronan, whose superficial strength was at Level 5, was considered insignificant to him... even though he was currently alongside Favara.

Ronan scrutinized the Black Robed Wizard before him, noticing shadows appearing behind and around him.

Dimly visible, there were a full fifteen figures, each emitting the powerful spiritual power fluctuations of a late Level 6 wizard, including the leading Black Robed Wizard. Among them, three's aura was nearly on par with Favara's, almost touching the threshold of Seventh Level Dusk.

These people encircled Ronan and Favara in an almost circular formation, their auras interlinked, forming a barrel-like stance in the void.

Not far away, the song from the Spring of Freedom ceased entirely, as if frightened by this pressure, even the fountain shrank significantly.

Ronan looked towards Favara, unexpectedly seeing little panic on his face.

"Get ready."

A wave of consciousness suddenly echoed in Ronan's mind.

"What?!"

Ronan was taken aback but saw Favara already moving towards the Black Robed Wizard.

Three fist-sized Elemental Magic Balls appeared unwittingly, dazzlingly lifting Favara upwards. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Ronan moved towards the Spring of Freedom, tightly holding the teleportation "nut" in his hand.

Almost as he moved, a sense of alert rose from within.

Above him, around him, and beneath him, dense dark green thorns sprouted, each spike trembling with the terrifying aura of the Forbidden Magic Domain. Countless dark green thorns, like monstrous hands, lunged at him swiftly.

A flash of brilliance appeared in Ronan's eyes. Just as he was about to act, he heard a low shout from Favara above him.

"Explode!"

"Boom!"

Tremendous energy poured like a flood, causing the white ground beneath to shudder violently, producing numerous long cracks.

Ronan heard the "scream" of the Spring of Freedom, looked up, and saw three bright, dazzling "suns" abruptly appearing in the sky!

They were Favara's three Elemental Magic Balls, at least Sixth Rank Dawn super magical artifacts. Yet, without hesitation, he detonated them all, unleashing power that shredded the previously enclosing "barrel formation" above them, even wiping out the dark green thorns encircling Ronan.

The rampant energy stirred up a furious airflow, amidst continuous explosive sounds, faintly accompanied by the Black Robed Wizard's enraged roars and indistinct beratings.

Ronan landed on solid ground, squinting as he sped towards the Spring of Freedom.

He noticed the Spring of Freedom seemed alive; previously screaming like a frightened maiden, now it was relentlessly retreating into the ground, the fountain visible on the surface dwindling smaller by the moment.

"Hoo—"

Favara abruptly appeared beside Ronan, and as he landed, he made a forceful throwing motion forward.

The black barrier between them and the Spring of Freedom had vanished long ago, and a white object fell directly into the spring. Previously startled and retreating, the Spring of Freedom calmed instantly upon the object's entry, and the gushing water flowed outward once more.

"Hurry."

Having done all this, Favara immediately urged Ronan to quicken his pace.

Yet Ronan suddenly stopped, extending a hand to forcefully press Favara's shoulder.

As Ronan's hand touched Favara, the pair were enveloped in silver light, blinking out of sight.

Then, deep green holes unpredictably appeared in their previous positions, swiftly expanding and tearing countless black fissures in the void.

"Did you think with such means you could escape the entire Elder Council's encirclement?"

The wizards' figures reappeared, the leading Black Robed Wizard sneeringly raised his hand, extinguishing the three dwindling "suns" in the sky, "That's way too naive of you, Favara."

The Black Robed Wizard locked his gaze on Ronan and Favara as they reappeared, lingering over Ronan for an extra second, evidently impressed by the space magic he had just displayed.

"You're calmer than I imagined."

On this side, Favara slightly steadied his somewhat chaotic breathing, giving Ronan a meaningful glance.

Ronan shook his head, speaking calmly, "Don't forget, Rick is still in my hands. I can hand him over if need be... You've already self-destructed your personal magical tool, use whatever means you have left, and quickly."

Favara chuckled, saying nothing.

Meanwhile, the Black Robed Wizard on the opposite side continued hurling "trash talk" with no substance, while a wizard from the Valenza Elder Council beside him also spoke, expressing "advice" to Favara, seemingly an old friend with a good relationship with him.