"Whish——"
The naturally falling sunlight above quickly receded, and a massive shadow was cast down.
Ronan looked up to see a figure with flowing long hair blocking the Sun, the Magic Robe fluttering around him like the wings of a giant bird, stretching out to both sides of the sky, completely shrouding him.
"Level 4 Dawn..."
Ronan squinted, a glint flickering in his eyes, and then his body swiftly plummeted downward.
The shadow hanging from the sky followed him closely, accompanied by a fierce, wild wind, as if intending to firmly lock him in place.
"Boom."
Ronan's feet landed on solid ground, and without hesitation, he propelled himself forward, level with the ground.
The wild wind over the Silver Grass Prairie intensified rapidly, brewing a tornado in an instant, countless strands of silver silk grass danced wildly in the wind, as if controlled by an invisible hand, all tipping towards Ronan.
"Swoosh——"
