The [Boiling Blood] trait accelerated blood circulation, but at this moment, it was having the opposite effect, making the toxin work faster.
Though the battle was within the Consciousness Space, the damage primarily on a mental level, the pain and weakness felt very real.
Even though he relied on willpower to force himself through, Ron still felt a wave of helplessness sweeping over him.
The operation of his Spiritual Power became sluggish, and the construction of the Magic Model was no longer as smooth as before.
The monster seemed to sense his weakness, emitting a nearly triumphant hiss.
Immediately, the tightly sealed center of its body suddenly split open, revealing a giant mouth filled with sharp teeth.
Within the giant mouth, there was no tongue, only a mass of wriggling black substance, resembling some sort of liquid shadow.
The giant mouth slowly opened and closed a few times, then emitted an inexplicably low raving sound.
It wasn’t a human language, not even the language of any creature, yet it inexplicably made sense in Ron’s mind:
"Zz... Krulu... Nyarg... Ralyth..."
This raving invaded Ron’s consciousness like a tangible force, each syllable carrying a powerful Spiritual Shock, directly disrupting his thought processes.
His once orderly thoughts suddenly became a chaotic mess, the Magic Model crumbled in his Spiritual Space, unable to maintain its complete structure.
"This is also a type of Spiritual Interference ability!"
Ron identified this mode of attack, a strong fear rising in his heart.
This form of attack was somewhat similar to the "Spiritual Shock" taught by Soron, but it was more primal, deeper, and more—twisted.
It not only interfered with the operation of Spiritual Power but also induced strong emotions of fear and despair.
Ron felt his will being eroded bit by bit.
Like waves continuously crashing against the beach, again and again, until the last grain of sand was swept into the sea.
"Must... stabilize..."
He clenched his teeth, striving to muster what remained of his conscious awareness, constructing a barrier of Spirit.
However, just as he attempted to stabilize his Spirit at a critical moment, the monster’s tentacles attacked again.
Spines deeply penetrated his scale defense, causing waves of tearing pain.
Ron faced the giant mouth filled with sharp teeth, so close he could feel the sour, rancid breath emanating from it.
The giant mouth opened, and a viscous acidic liquid sprayed out, right towards his face.
Ron instinctively strengthened the protection of the Ring of Brilliance, the golden-red light film forming a thin barrier before him.
The acid hit the light film, emitting a piercing hissing sound, most of it evaporating into green mist.
But a small amount seeped through the defense, landing on his skin, bringing intense burning pain.
"The situation is getting increasingly unfavorable..." Ron felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.
His every attack was offset by the opponent’s Regeneration Ability, and the prolonged battle consumed a vast amount of Spiritual Power;
The opponent’s acid and spines inflicted significant injuries on him, restricting his movements;
And the most troubling was those ravings, continuously disrupting his Spiritual Field, making it difficult for him to focus and cast spells.
This was far more troublesome than facing the Scorpion before.
At least the Scorpion had clear weaknesses and periods of fatigue, whereas this monster seemed tirelessly relentless, with more varied means of attack.
"I must break this situation!" Ron thought in pain.
His gaze swept over every detail of the monster, his mind racing for a potential breakthrough point.
"This thing’s Regeneration Ability is extraordinarily strong, physical attacks have limited effect... the range of the acidic spray is wide, difficult to dodge completely... and those ravings..."
At that moment, an inspiration suddenly flashed by.
——Those ravings, they seemed to be the core of the monster’s power.
Whenever it uttered those ravings, its Regeneration Ability became more vigorous, the power of its tentacles increased, as if those sounds themselves carried some form of power.
Recalling his recently advanced "Thousand Transformations" technique, a bold idea suddenly crossed Ron’s mind.