Several Holy Shrine Stone Boxes were opened simultaneously, and the green Holy Shrine Power of healing gushed out from the boxes like flowing water, seeping into the earth beneath in waves. Feeling the signs of life gradually reviving from the Holy Blood Tree, Ronan let out a slight sigh of relief and slowly walked to the side to sit down. His eyes slightly lowered, and on his pale, handsome face, no emotion could be discerned. This time, the losses he suffered were too great— The Holy Blood Tree was severely injured and on the brink of death, the energy accumulated in the Element Pool was completely exhausted, and even the pool itself was severely damaged, unsure if it could be repaired... Everything he had managed in the Mist Space over the years was almost entirely destroyed, and on his character panel, there was no longer any trace of the "Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline." Ronan softly uttered this name, his hands naturally resting on his knees, and his ten fingers involuntarily dug deeply into his flesh. He could blame no one. The seeds he had personally sown into the earth back then now bore bitter and sour fruits, left for him alone to swallow. Once, at the Heramus Genius Seat Battle in the south, he chose to make a deal with Hekarter for the sake of ultimate victory. After gaining strength, however, he was unwilling to offer his body and soul, instead taking advantage of "Bosilina’s Wager Agreement" to mercilessly "mock" Hekarter once. Ronan had once "prided himself" but forgot what kind of existence his opponent truly was. Now he reaped what he sowed, paying tenfold or a hundredfold the price, not only losing the newly purified, successfully deduced, and now transformed ancient multi-headed snake bloodline but also losing many other things. The ravaged Mist Space now loomed before him, and he had no idea how long it would take to restore it to its former glory. In his mind, Alazan’s voice sounded somewhat complex, "You never mentioned to me before that you had such an enemy..." "That’s not the point." With an expressionless face, Ronan softly replied, "Do you have any good advice? Something that can help me solve this problem." "A dominator-level magical beast from ancient times , even during my peak days, I wouldn’t have dared provoke lightly. And now you’ve allowed it to break through the bloodline shackles, with the opportunity to ascend to the ancient level....." Alazan was silent for a moment, finally responding in a low voice, "All you can do is find a way to kill it before its strength fully recovers." "I am more aware of this than you are." Ronan frowned tightly, saying no more. His original idea was to derive a stronger bloodline from the Holy Blood Tree on the basis of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline, thus being able to counter Hekarter. Looking at it now, that thinking was indeed somewhat naive. As someone who had single-handedly summoned Hekarter’s fragmented will from the river of time, granting it resurrection, Hekarter had always been covertly "watching" him. And his plan to use Hekarter’s bloodline to counteract Hekarter was, in itself, a fool’s errand. Facts have shown this to be true; his long-prepared efforts ultimately became Hekarter’s "bride’s dress." The "Bosilina’s Wager Agreement" that existed between the two had already taken effect once, and as the defeated party, Ronan not only paid the corresponding price—a trace of bloodline power touching the edge of ancient level—but also had the positions of master and servant reversed. Now, he could say he was thoroughly defeated with nothing left. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩 It’s just that Hekarter didn’t intend to end this game of gambling . It took what it needed, gave Ronan the punishment and warning of a loser, and intentionally left room for him to continue "struggling." It wanted to come back a second time! This was the true reason it hadn’t completely destroyed the Holy Blood Tree, despite having the capability to do so. It clearly regarded Ronan as a field to be harvested repeatedly; harvesting once now, and when the bare field was again full of ripe, wholesome fruits, it would come for a second time. Ronan knew well its intentions and thoughts, yet still had to persistently seek hope for a comeback, striving to grow stronger.... This is a direct strategy, a vision belonging to Hekarter. Ronan exhaled deeply; his mood had never been worse, yet he had to calm himself down. This round of the game resulted in losing most of the chips in his hand, on the other hand, next time he faced Hekarter, it would undoubtedly become stronger, perhaps even growing a ninth or tenth head... From the Ancient Frost Overlord, thoroughly stepping into the category of an ancient-level magical beast. The next round of the game between the two, Ronan’s situation would become more arduous, which was also what Hekarter wanted to see. It was like a snowball rolling; Hekarter’s advantage would grow larger and larger until eventually, Ronan’s value was completely drained. Of course, the worst of it was not just this— After losing the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline, Ronan’s hope of breaking into the Nine-star Ultimate Primordial Spirit rank was almost completely shattered. Moreover, he temporarily lost the strong bloodline supplement of the Holy Blood Tree. The only good news, perhaps, was that—after having completely "torn off the mask" with Hekarter, he could finally use the power of "Crimson Ice" without scruples. Although he no longer had the addition of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline, it still counted as a spell means of reaching the "True Intent Level."