After reaching a six percent concentration of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline, Ronan's Talent in Ice Magic had reached a monstrous level.
He didn't even need to do anything; he simply raised his hand, and spiritual power surged forth. On this pitch-black wilderness, a massive amount of free Ice Energy Particles gathered towards him like worshippers, forming dense pillars of Ice Frost, roaring like a blue python to meet the meteor-like falling fireball.
The difference between a Wizard and a Magic Beast is that casting for Wizards is a Skill, while for Magic Beasts, it is an instinct.
Now, Ronan has nearly reached the level of "instinct" in his mastery of Ice Magic.
"Boom!"
The Frost Pillar collided fiercely with the fireball falling from the sky without any ostentation, the two extreme energies clashing. Ronan's eyes flashed with a deep blue light, mysterious and bizarre in the night.
