Succeeded? Failed?
The timing of encountering the cult magician was too subtle, and Ronald couldn't really determine the outcome.
The result of exhausting every effort, at this moment, felt like a sprinter crossing the finish line simultaneously with another person.
Unless a referee comes over to deliver a verdict.
Otherwise, it's hard for the participants themselves to get a correct result.
Swish——
The surrounding environment didn't give Ronald a chance to continue pondering.
In just the next second, the surprised-looking cult magician in front of him, and the military structure he was in, gradually faded in Ronald's eyes.
When the scene in front of him became clear again.
Ronald was already standing on the tumultuous sea surface, and all the abilities forbidden by the labyrinth picture book returned to his grasp.
"Gwendolin..."
In this situation, Ronald slowly uttered this name.
Because, just ten meters in front of him, Gwendolin also stood above the sea.
