This feeling is quite peculiar, like turning noise into music, transforming chaos into a higher level of order.
Just as he completed his preparations, Uphemia also sensed the approaching storm.
The white-haired witch’s expression grew solemn; she clearly recognized the danger of this phenomenon.
"Chaos storm..." her voice seemed particularly faint amidst the roar of the storm:
"A distortion of this magnitude... can only be created by an Apostle-level being..."
The blood demons following her began to show obvious unease.
These abyssal creatures, usually ruthless in normal environments, appeared extraordinarily vulnerable in the face of such chaos release.
Instinctively, they gathered around Uphemia, seeking the shelter of their bloodline master.
"Damn..." Uphemia gritted her teeth and began pulling out various protective items from her storage bag:
"In this situation, I can’t protect these blood demons effectively... They’ll become a burden..."
A cold decisiveness flashed in her eyes as she issued orders to the weakest blood demons:
"You, leave me immediately."
The blood demons let out unwilling roars, but under the compulsory force of bloodline dominance, they could only reluctantly distance themselves from their master.
The reason she didn’t let them devour each other was that there wasn’t enough time for them to finish evolving by mutual devourment. She had brought seven or eight blood demons in total.
Uphemia knew that their chances of survival in the chaos storm were almost zero.
Only the two strongest blood demons remained, possessing purer abyss bloodlines, perhaps able to endure longer in the storm.
"This damned place..." Uphemia cursed under her breath, "The depth should be sufficient."
She halted her steps and took out a blood-red crystal ball from her bosom.
Inside the crystal ball flowed dark red liquid, like a living creature, used for tracking specific bloodline auras—a secret treasure.
"Strange..." Uphemia frowned as the liquid inside the crystal ball began to surge violently:
"The target’s aura is so clear, but why does it feel like I’m being watched?"
Her intuition wasn’t wrong.
A cold voice rang out from behind her:
"Watched? No, I should say evaluated; I am assessing your actual value."
Uphemia’s body instantly froze; the pressure in the voice far surpassed anything she had encountered.
"You are..." She slowly turned, her voice unable to mask its trembling.
Ron stepped out from the shadows, his deep eyes flickering coldly in the dim light.
Under his gaze, Uphemia felt like a specimen on a dissection table, each cell laid bare under his observation.
"I’m Ron Ralph." He introduced himself succinctly.
Upon hearing this name, Uphemia instinctively wanted to activate her bloodline dominance ability.
But she was shocked that this usually unfailing talent was completely ineffective before him.
"Don’t waste your efforts, ’Experiment No. 18.’
Ron’s voice remained calm, but the title cut through her carefully maintained facade like a sharp blade:
"Your bloodline dominance has no effect on me. In fact, I know far more about you than you imagine."
"How... how do you know this codename?" Uphemia’s voice began to quiver.
Gripped by a fearful emotion, Uphemia did not ponder the possibility that her information had been divulged to Uther.
Ron didn’t answer her question but instead moved forward slowly, each step intensifying the pressure she felt.
His eyes shimmered with a bluish glow, a phenomenon caused by the long-term cultivation of "Star Eater’s Ravings."
"Let me guess the task Aiden assigned you." Ron’s tone was like analyzing experimental data:
"Approach me by various means, and at a critical moment activate the brand within you, to exert some form of spiritual control or pollution on me."
He stopped, five steps away from Uphemia:
"I wonder if I’ve guessed correctly, or do you have more creative plans?"
As he spoke, he began to slowly unleash repressed magic power.
This was the terrifying force accumulated through the Meditation Technique characteristic "Star Projection."
Energy from the stars flooded out of him like a galaxy pouring down, instantly causing the entire Flesh and Blood Forest to tremble.
The surrounding "Heart Trees" began to pulsate violently, their vein-like branches writhing frantically like shocked serpents.
The concentration of magic power in the air rose rapidly, creating visible distorted ripples.
Uphemia felt the terrifying pressure, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Behind her, the two blood demons were already lying on the ground, trembling and whimpering.
"This magic power intensity..." She thought with horror:
"Stronger than many Moonlight Level Mages... Just what kind of monster is he?"
The mark from Uther on her neck began to burn, warning her against any rash actions.
The enormous gap in power, coupled with the restraint from surveillance runes, completely extinguished her desire to use any coercive means.
"Now, we can communicate normally." Ron retracted most of his magic power, but maintained enough threat:
"I have a proposal, a deal beneficial to both of us."
Uphemia struggled to steady her trembling voice: "What... what deal?"
"It’s simple." Ron’s expression became calm, as if the prior threat had never occurred: