"Dawn?!"
"No, his Elemental Spirit hasn't been nurtured... But how can his spiritual power be so colossal and formidable?!"
Ronan's spiritual field, suppressed to the extreme, unleashed in an instant, as if a miniature sun blossomed in the sky. The void above the silver metal platform collapsed, light twisted, leaving countless people shocked and horrified.
Even the seven Dawn Wizards of the Star School, their figures shifting, faces subtly changed.
If judged solely by the quality of spiritual power, the intensity of Ronan's spiritual power now rivals some Level 4 Wizards who have just entered Dawn.
"And he clearly hasn't entered the Forbidden Mist Zone... Simply incredible."
Facing this overwhelming spiritual power pressure, Zeflin's formerly spirited expression suddenly froze. Before he could react, he saw a thick golden color rapidly surge from beneath Ronan's Magic Robe, coalescing into nine immensely thick golden tentacles behind him.
