As he was pondering, Ronan suddenly felt a slight movement from the crystal embedded in his heart, which contained the bloodline of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake.
Under severe stabbing pain, he had a premonition and quickly locked his gaze on a figure.
It was in the direction of Melt Crystal Lake, a youthful silhouette wearing a red Magic Robe, his hair billowing in the wind like dancing Flames.
As he looked over, the other party seemed to sense it too and abruptly turned to look back.
Ronan saw a pair of rare orange eyes, as if they were holding numerous searing heats, which he deeply committed to memory before quickly retracting his gaze.
"Igor, what's wrong?"
Among the group of wizards from Melt Crystal Lake, a young man with a sharp, cold, and ferocious look in his eyes swept his gaze sharply in a certain direction.
