Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 608: Chapter 297: Nowhere to Escape? (3)

Its form became even more chaotic and unstable, and the consciousness space around it began to twist and shatter due to its rampant energy fluctuations.

Those "eyes" flickered with an even more intense light than before.

The terrifying maw also grew larger, like a Reaper’s scythe poised to harvest at any moment.

Ron felt an unprecedented pressure.

Since fully fusing his soul, he had never been so close to death.

In front of a target with such a huge power disparity, all his skills and knowledge seemed pale and weak.

Pure strength confrontation was meaningless here, and he must find a smarter way to respond.

"Calm... think..."

Ron forced himself to calm down and reassess the situation:

"No matter how powerful, every entity has its own patterns and limitations. Finding its weakness is the key to victory."

He began to observe more closely the Time Hound’s patterns of movement, particularly its trajectory and energy flow in the consciousness space.

As his observation deepened, a subtle pattern gradually emerged—

"Interesting..."

Ron noticed that whenever the Time Hound was about to attack, it always prioritized the corners with deeper shadows.

It seemed that only with the help of these special "angle spaces" could the opponent achieve its unavoidable attacks.

"It relies on the shadows in this space... or rather, some sort of spatial convergence point..."

Ron quickly deduced in his mind, and a bold plan began to take shape.

If this hypothesis held, then as long as these shadow regions were reduced, the Time Hound’s ability to move would be limited.

And of all his magic, the most suitable to achieve this goal was...

——Ring of Brilliance

A golden halo formed around Ron, like a miniature sun.

As Ron continued to infuse his spiritual power, the halo gradually expanded, illuminating every corner of the consciousness space.

The shadow regions that were originally hidden in the darkness began to diminish noticeably, and the Time Hound’s range of movement was consequently compressed.

"Just as expected!"

Ron confirmed his conjecture and immediately increased the output power of the "Ring of Brilliance."

Light surged like a tide, almost dyeing the entire consciousness space in dazzling gold.

Every inch of darkness was dispelled, every shadow was filled.

The Time Hound’s reaction confirmed Ron’s judgment.

The agility that was as natural as a fish in water vanished completely, and it began to linger in the few shadow regions that remained.

Its form also became more unstable, like a dancer who lost balance.

But merely restricting its movement was far from enough, Ron needed a force that could oppose the essence of the Time Hound, a power that could truly harm it.

Currently, his two most powerful secret weapons were only "Time Stasis" and "Record."

"Time Stasis"... the opponent also had the ability to manipulate time to a certain degree, and that time-controlling power came from itself, not relying on external objects like he did.

Recklessly using time-stasis might backfire, making things worse.

In this critical moment, Ron could only choose the "Ravings" that "Thousand Transformations" had once recorded.

They did not originate from the sea urchin monster he first defeated as an Advanced Apprentice.

Instead, they were the more fundamental "Ravings" he had riskily recorded during his progression to an Official Wizard when he established a connection with the "Devourer"...

This "Ravings" carried high-dimensional terrifying contamination and was also his last resort.

Using it was undoubtedly a risky move, potentially triggering more severe spiritual contamination, even complete loss of control.

But at this moment, facing a Time Hound that might devour him at any time, Ron had no choice.

"I must take this risk..."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes becoming firm and cold: "In the face of survival, everything else is secondary."

Ron took a deep breath, concentrating his remaining spiritual power, and began to play the "Ravings" he had long sealed.

It was a sound not describable by conventional language, more like a vibration that transcended dimensions, with each syllable carrying the power to distort reality.

"Iai’leth N’gha Fhtagn..."

As the first syllable emerged, Ron felt a terrifying energy rebound.

It was as if he had touched a switch that shouldn’t have been turned on, and a surge of chaotic and frenzied energy poured into his consciousness from the depths of the dimension, almost making him collapse on the spot.

But he gritted his teeth and persisted, continuing to play one syllable after another, each more distorted and dangerous than the last.

"Shugal V’doru Nyth’drn..."

As the ravings continued, the entire consciousness space began to twist and deform in unimaginable ways.

It was like the reflection on water being suddenly broken, with all rules and boundaries becoming blurred and unclear.

Ron could even see the edges of his consciousness starting to dissolve, turning into clusters of void mist.

However, the Time Hound’s reaction to this change was far more intense than he had anticipated.

The constantly shape-shifting existence suddenly ceased all movement, and those "eyes" showed an emotion Ron had never seen before—fear.

Pure, instinctual fear.

"It... is afraid of this?"

Ron instantly grasped this key point: "Afraid of high-dimensional power?"

Regardless of his consciousness structure’s ongoing collapse, he gritted his teeth to continue playing, simultaneously guiding that high-dimensional contamination power towards the Time Hound.

Those twisted, filthy words wrapped around the hound as if they were alive, beginning to erode its existential structure.

The Time Hound struggled desperately, trying to escape from a force it couldn’t understand or resist.

It frantically shuttled through the remaining shadows, even attempting to retreat back to the dimensional rift.