"Cough—"
Ronan coughed lightly, slowly getting up from a low altitude just a few meters off the ground.
The faint blue membrane on the surface of his body was only a thin layer left. In this short and high-frequency battle, he had already felt a slight pain running throughout his body.
Part of it was given by his opponent, and the other part was from the high-load operation, already nearly collapsing "Ancient Mara's Body".
If it weren't for the vast Holy Shrine Power "reinforcing" his body, his body would have likely been torn apart by the rampaging force within.
Though the remaining Vital Light Ball could repair these damages in time, maintaining the fight would be very difficult.
Ronan loosened his grip on the sword hilt with his ten fingers one by one, then grasped it again to hold it tighter.
