Light and shadow shift.
The familiar sensation of space alternation.
An obscure, icy aura rushes forth, akin to unexpectedly wading barefoot into an ancient ice river.
A struggling force comes from his fingers, and Ronan instinctively tightens his grip.
"Crack——"
Yet he easily crushes something.
He squints, shakes off the remaining ice shards from his fingers, stretches his demon body, pushes aside the layers of cold aura around him, and charges towards a rapidly flickering deep blue light orb ahead.
The dark red spiritual silk swiftly extends outward but is blocked by an unprecedented strong freezing force as it nears the light orb, slowing down continuously, eventually stopping entirely, and even being frozen piece by piece, coated with white frost, and shattered.
Ronan's eyes flicker, directly approaching the light orb.
