Although the vast majority of the Ancient Sound Spirits were low-level, the sheer density of them caused them to instinctively merge and devour one another, like two droplets of water coalescing into a larger, fuller bead.
The air was filled with chaotic and distorted sound waves, resembling the roars of countless beasts in one's ears or the discordant cacophony of a poorly skilled orchestra, buzzing and grating on the nerves.
In the area visible to Sigel alone, several massive energy clusters could be seen continuously expanding, emitting faint black rays and exuding an unsettling aura. These were the Ancient Sound Spirit monsters of a higher level being born.
This was precisely the terror of the Echo Tide. The excessive density of Sound Spirits could easily give rise to ancient demons of Level Four or higher, posing a significant threat even to Dawn Wizards.
Sigel stood in place, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
He had not received any message and didn't know whether the person he was looking for had already perished in the surging tide of Sound Spirits or had cleverly escaped.
After weighing his options, Sigel finally made up his mind and slowly took a step forward.
With a flip of his hand, three fist-sized crystal balls, each burning with flames, appeared around him. The three crystal balls flew forward, each glowing with runic patterns that emitted crimson light paths, connecting to form a triangular shape.
A surge of intense Spell energy radiated as Sigel silently uttered a syllable. At the center of the crimson triangle, a torrent of condensed flames erupted with a roar.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the torrent of flames pierced through the dense swarm of Ancient Sound Spirits, clearing a vacuum-like path before Sigel.
His eyes flashed, and his figure immediately transformed into a shadow as he darted into the opening.
His Spell acted like a lit fuse, igniting the entire chaotic space. In an instant, countless Ancient Sound Spirits roared and lunged toward him.
The three crystal balls orbited around Sigel, spewing flames that coalesced into fiery, long-beaked parrots in the air, each surrounded by a ring of fire.
Every time a flame parrot flew out, it would incinerate an Ancient Sound Spirit into nothingness.
However, Sigel's situation didn't improve much. He had underestimated the terror of the Echo Tide formed by the countless Ancient Sound Spirits.
The dense sound waves surged like tidal waves, and the fearless Ancient Sound Spirits rushed forward endlessly. For every one destroyed by his Spells, more took its place, relentlessly assaulting his energy shield and mental field.
The flame parrots continuously spewed by the three crystal balls gradually became unsustainable.
The number of Ancient Sound Spirits gathered in this area was simply too vast. This was the center of the "tide," where stronger and more numerous Ancient Sound Spirits were born every second.
Sigel lifted the crimson cloak on his shoulder and made a sweeping motion.
A wave of blue flames instantly swept out, clearing a large area around him before curling back to form a blue flame barrier, blocking the endless waves of void ripples from all directions.
Gritting his teeth, he charged forward for a distance, but when he looked up, he realized he had lost his sense of direction.
He seemed to be trapped in a quagmire composed of sound waves, with his entire body, even his soul, bound by invisible forces. Countless ripples coiled around him like ropes.
Layer upon layer of sound waves incessantly assaulted his eardrums. Even with the defense of his Magical Artifact, his mental strength was severely shaken.
Suddenly, several black ripples shaped like peaks silently emanated from a void somewhere. In the time it took to breathe, they tore a gap in the blue flame cloak surrounding Siegel and penetrated through.
Siegel trembled violently as if a sharp blade had struck a part of his body, and his continuous spell-casting movements abruptly stopped! At that moment, a blurry light image, like a violently shaking black snowflake, rapidly expanded before his eyes.
From the light, a Noxious Spirit, its entire body floating with black light patterns, quietly crawled out. It extended its long, sharp claws and silently reached for Siegel's heart.
The Noxious Spirit's claws passed directly through Siegel's body, as if they had grasped nothing, and quickly retracted.
At the same moment, blood suddenly flowed from Siegel's nose and mouth. His body arched like a shrimp and then shot backward.
"A fourth-level Sound Spirit?!"
Siegel staggered to stabilize his form in mid-air, covering his nose and mouth with his hand to stem the continuous flow of blood. His expression was grim as he stared at a ferocious black Sound Spirit not far away, exuding a strong sense of danger.
After he drank a potion to barely suppress his injuries and looked around, his expression suddenly froze.
One, two, three... a total of five massive black Noxious Spirits, each with strength comparable to a fourth-level Dawn, appeared around him, encircling him with a cold, silent lock on his consciousness.
At some point, all the Noxious Spirits in the surrounding area had calmed down. They crowded together densely, forming a twisted high wall, with every face turned toward Siegel.
There was not a single sound in the field, but in the silence, an indescribable terror was brewing.
Siegel suddenly calmed down, as if he had lost the will to resist.
Time passed second by second, each one feeling excruciatingly long.
At a certain moment, the deathly silent field suddenly erupted with a deafening roar.
A black wave of sound surged abruptly. The five black Noxious Spirits, along with countless lower-level Sound Spirits, launched a sudden attack on Siegel.
Siegel's expression turned ferocious in an instant. His Wizard Robe and the cloak behind him billowed high. The three crystal ball Magical Artifacts floating in front of him shattered simultaneously, unleashing a surge of fiery waves that sent large swathes of Noxious Spirits flying in all directions, only to be forcefully pushed back by the terrifying tsunami-like sound waves.
In the narrow, confined space, the spell flames surrounding Siegel extinguished one after another. The blue flame cloak quietly disintegrated, followed by his mental field. His entire body began to slowly distort in the ocean of sound waves emitted by countless Noxious Spirits, like a rag being twisted out of shape. The five black Sound Spirits silently pounced on him, elongating and shrinking repeatedly in the terrifying sound waves, their ferocious claws constantly closing in on Siegel's body.
Siegel watched helplessly as the black sound spirits approached, like a massive black cloth closing in above his head, the darkness growing ever thicker. Suddenly.
A blinding light tore through the shadows, and a young, slender, pale hand reached out from nowhere, gently pressing against the face of the nearest black Gundyr spirit.
The spirit struggled, but its body quickly crumbled like burnt paper.
Someone stepped up from behind Siegel.
Siegel's pupils contracted sharply.
Light.
He saw an unparalleled brilliance.
And a figure bathed entirely in that radiant light.
The figure made a sweeping motion with its sleeve, and the remaining four black Gundyr spirits exploded one after another. The omnipresent waves of spell energy in the void dissipated, and the densely packed low-level sound spirits melted away under the intense light, like dirty snow under the blazing sun.
Siegel was stunned.
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In the next moment, the luminous figure soared into the air, and Siegel was swept up by a force, flying upward.
As if passing through some barrier, the "absolute silence" caused by extreme noise suddenly vanished, and Siegel heard the sound of the wind.
The two stopped at a high altitude, and the intense light slowly faded.
Siegel saw a familiar deep blue Wizard Robe emerge from the light, with white hair fluttering in the wind, and the void around the robe continuously collapsing due to the overwhelming mental power field, as if invisible celestial bodies were orbiting around it.
The figure slowly turned, revealing a young and handsome face.
At this moment, Siegel's throat seemed to be choked by something, his mouth opening but unable to utter a single word.
"You won't tell Misha about what happened here... right?"
Ronan looked at Siegel before him and spoke softly.
Siegel stood frozen in place, his expression blank, his eyes flickering with waves of confusion.
After a moment, Siegel exhaled and spoke with difficulty, "Should we... leave now?"
"No rush."
Ronan raised his hand, looking at a pile of variously sized crystal cores in his palm, like special grains of sand, the top five being the largest, with black light swirling within them, like pearls.
These were all obtained from the Gundyr spirits he had just killed.
Ronan collected all the crystal cores, narrowed his eyes, and casually chose a direction before flying forward.
Siegel followed in a daze.
The wind carrying a faint scent of decay blew past Ronan's cheeks in the Silent Corridor. Ronan looked down and casually opened his current character panel—
[Name: Ronan Damien]
[Strength: Level 4 Official Wizard (1%)]
"Is this what it feels like to embrace the dawn?"
Ronan murmured to himself in his heart.
His consciousness space had already undergone a dramatic transformation.
The original fifteen Mental Power Crystals had all disappeared, replaced by a dark golden sphere.
The surface of the dark golden sphere was etched with intricate and mysterious runic patterns, with over twelve hundred ancient spirit characters writhing like living creatures.
Ronan couldn't see inside the sphere, but he could sense the constant surge of elemental spiritual forces within.
At the center of the sphere, there was a barely perceptible crack, emitting a faint white light.
It resembled an eye, currently in a closed state.
The white cocoon formed by the [Secret Chrysalis] had long been pushed aside and now lay beneath the dark golden sphere.
Ronan's spiritual power, both in quality and quantity, had increased by at least twenty times compared to before his advancement. In his normal state, it was already comparable to the peak of a late-stage Level Four Dawn Wizard!