Chapter 1361: Chapter 537: Self-Destruct, Slowness_3
Under Ron’s control, the mist began to violently collapse inward.
The compressed air emitted a piercing screech, and the energy density reached its critical point within a short time.
Then—
"Boom!"
A earth-shattering explosion blossomed in the center of the arena.
This was a "self-explosion" targeting the spirit and consciousness.
Countless fragments of dreams, like invisible blades, frantically sliced through Fenrir’s perception system.
Each fragment carried Leila’s resentment and pain from before her death, burrowing into the depths of the enemy’s mind like a curse.
Fenrir let out a howl, rushing out from the center of the mist.
A faint layer of multicolored halo had already entwined his body, flowing over his skin like an aurora.
This was the continuous erosion effect of Leila’s dream traits, twisting Fenrir’s perception ability like a bone-devouring maggot.
His vision began to blur, hearing became unclear, and even his judgment of distance and direction was distorted.
Yet, even weakened, Fenrir’s frenzy remained unstoppable.
Mocked by the projections of his companions, hurt by the enemy’s tactics, his inner rage burned even more fiercely.
He unleashed all his anger and intent to kill entirely upon Ron, attacking like a continuous storm.
Having lost his giant axe, Fenrir used his sharp claws directly as weapons.
The four front claws drew sharp arcs through the air.
His attack frequency was astonishingly fast; as soon as the sonic boom resounded, more than a dozen deadly assaults descended.
Ron immediately began evasive maneuvers.
He had learned a lesson from the previous battle with Leila and dared not gamble again.
These hounds’ attacks were quite wicked; they mostly had armor-piercing effects.
However, Fenrir’s attack methods were even more elusive than Ron had imagined.
Even if anticipated in advance with his superior perception ability, the claw attacks spread an invisible power of time.
This power was like a colorless, tasteless poison, silently permeating every corner of the battlefield.
Ron felt his thoughts and movements becoming sluggish, as if trapped in a quagmire.
His originally agile physique became clumsy, and the flow rate of his magic power sharply decreased.
Even his most basic reaction abilities were severely impaired, his entire person like being pressed on slow motion.
Fenrir seized this rare opportunity, and follow-up attacks came like torrential rain.
Claws, collisions, trampling, each kind of attack contained terrifying killing intent.
Moreover, these attacks carried a time-slowing effect, leaving Ron unable to effectively counterattack.
Ron could only rely on [Time Jump] to barely dodge.
But the time-slowing effect from Fenrir was still present, making each jump extraordinarily strenuous.
The time energy stored within the pocket watch was being rapidly depleted; at this rate, it could last at most for a dozen more rounds.
The situation took a dramatic downturn...
He was completely suppressed, only able to awkwardly move across the continuously collapsing platform.
Every dodge was dancing on the blade’s edge, every mistake could mean death.
The edges of the arena continued to collapse, and the space available for maneuvering grew increasingly smaller. freewⅇbnovel.com
Beside him, Nari and Aselia watched anxiously.
They wished to rush up and help immediately, but reason told them now was not the time.
According to the previous agreement, only when Ron actively called through mental transmission would they provide assistance.
Whether it be Aselia’s draconic language intimidation or Nari’s chaos power amplification, they required the enemy to be completely unguarded to achieve maximum effect.
Revealing their trump cards too early would only give Fenrir preparation, resulting in a loss rather than gain.
They could only grit their teeth and watch Ron struggle on the edge of life and death...
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