At the heart of the battlefield, amidst the ruins, Ron remained vigilant, carefully sensing the energy fluctuations around him.
Dust slowly descended, reflecting the dim light of blood-colored crystals, forming eerie beams of light in the air.
"Although the power is astonishing, it may not completely destroy him," Ron calculated clearly in his mind.
He knew very well that he did not possess the precise control over "Phoenix Breath," a spell far beyond his current capabilities, like Yuni did.
A large amount of energy would inevitably overflow and disperse in the explosion, making the chance of completely annihilating the clone very low.
As magic power flowed through the air, he could detect some residual life signs, weak yet stubbornly persisting.
If Master Yuni herself had cast this spell, even leaving a single atom of the clone would be considered lucky for it.
