As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

At this moment, a long time passed.

Is today the seventh or the eighth day?

Philomena couldn't remember clearly, she only knew that ever since Ron stood on the top of the mountain, he seemed to be in a state of complete meditation, and didn't move at all from beginning to end!

He seemed to have been transformed into a real statue.

No one knows what the exact reason is, but the weather in Dusk Continent has become increasingly chaotic and unpredictable in recent years.

The north of the Dusk Continent has experienced a cold wave that hasn't been seen in a thousand years. Snow and wind filled the sky, and the extremely low temperatures over the years have killed countless lives. The south of the Dusk Continent has experienced unprecedented rainstorms. It is said that large and small rains have been falling for more than a hundred days and months. The floods are raging, and countless cities, towns and villages have been submerged by the turbid floods.

The eastern part of the Dusk Continent is experiencing a desperate drought. It seems that there has not been a drop of rain in nearly half a year. All the crops in the fields have dried up, and even the once lush forests are withering in large areas. The once rushing rivers now have clear silt at the bottom, and the once lush paddy fields are now covered with finger-wide cracks.

In the western part of the Dusk Continent, there are strong winds all year round, which blow up the sand and dust on the ground and cover the sky and the sun.

We cannot say that this world is all good, nor can we say that it is always blessed with good weather. Disasters such as floods and droughts occur from time to time, but there has never been a time as abnormal as in recent times. It is as if all the disasters have been brought together at once and a major outbreak has occurred.

Whenever she thought of this, Philomena frowned.

The frequent occurrence of abnormally extreme weather seems to be a bad symbol.

Nowadays, there are even rumors that the end of the world is coming in the Dusk Continent.

There are also many people who are interested in doing good things. They have set up one religion after another, taking the opportunity to promote their beliefs and recruit believers. They even created things like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and spread their stories in a very detailed way.

However, this extreme weather feels really bad.

Just like the Dulles Mountains.

For seven or eight days, the wind and snow never stopped.

Originally, the cave dug by Philomena was halfway up a small hill, but now the snow has almost reached the entrance. If it continues like this, I'm afraid the entrance will be blocked.

With a sigh, Philomena suppressed the messy thoughts in her mind, then raised her head and looked across.

It was snowing heavily and the sky was bleak.

Even with Philomena's strength, her vision was severely obstructed.

Philomena couldn't even see Ron anymore. She could only vaguely see a pale shadow quietly resting on the top of a mountain thousands of meters away.

The shadow no longer had any human appearance or outline, and looked more like a cylindrical ice sculpture.

The thick snow had completely buried Ron.

For seven or eight days, Ron didn't move at all.

Even his breathing had disappeared, and his chest no longer rose and fell. He seemed to have become a pure dead man.

Philomena didn't know why Ron did this. Even if he wanted to adjust the state of his body and soul, was it really necessary to do this?

What’s even more exaggerated is that Philomena doesn’t even understand how long this situation will last and when it will end.

Time passed by minute by minute, and before she knew it, more than half a month had slipped away quietly. Ron on the top of the mountain was still motionless. Even though Philomena was full of confidence in Ron, she couldn't help but feel a little worried at this moment.

Could something really be wrong with Ron?

When this thought came to her mind, Philomena could no longer control herself. Her brows knitted tightly together, and she finally sat up from the ground. She raised her hand to push away the snow that had blocked half of the cave entrance. As soon as she stepped out of the cave...

call!

An extremely cold wind swept over in an instant.

The snowflakes were blown by the cold wind and hit Philomena's face, making her cheeks feel burning.

Subconsciously, Philomena's face changed slightly. She keenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this gust of wind. It seemed that there was some extremely special power in the wind. Even the snowflakes in the air were more powerful than the most advanced weapons on the Dusk Continent.

Even with Philomena's strength, there were faint red marks on her skin where the snowflakes had scratched it.

That was not all. After sensing it a little, Philomena was even more surprised to find that the energy above the entire Dulles Mountains had become extremely chaotic. If she looked closely, she could even see several large and small whirlpools vaguely appearing in the air.

It is not night now.

But the whole world is gloomy and scary.

Looking up, I found that it was not just heavy snow falling overhead, but also thick dark clouds floating in the sky. The clouds were so thick that they looked like black ink.

And the location of the dark clouds seemed... right above Ron's head.

Amid the raging wind, the dark clouds were slowly creeping.

From time to time, two thick dark clouds would collide with each other, and the next moment, there would be a crisp crackling sound.

A deep blue bolt in the shape of a tree branch appeared out of nowhere.

Click...

Click...

Click!

Thunder flashed, and the whole world flickered, seeming even more eerie.

Philomena's body began to tremble uncontrollably, her lips were shaking constantly, her pretty face was pale without a trace of blood, and her teeth made a crackling sound from the violent collision.

A layer of goose bumps spread all over my body in the blink of an eye.

fear.

A strong sense of fear surged directly into Philomena's heart.

Can't go wrong.

This feeling is definitely not wrong.

This is a sign of thunder.

Ron was about to face the most important and also the most dangerous moment in his life. The scene of his invincible father being reduced to ashes under the rolling thunder thousands of years ago kept flashing in his mind uncontrollably.

She was scared, she didn't want Ron to become like that.

Under the strong impulse deep in her heart, Philomena suddenly became a little out of control. Her legs seemed to have completely lost control. She took a step and rushed out of the cave. She wanted to stop Ron.

However, just when Philomena left two rows of footprints on the thick snow, she suddenly stopped.

She froze in place, her fists clenched.

She knew that this was what Ron wanted to do, even though it was very dangerous, but she had no right to stop him.

Philomena understood more clearly what kind of enemy Ron, she, and they would have to face. In this situation, every point of strength was a chance to survive.

She couldn't stop Ron, and even said that in the near future, no matter how scared she was deep in her heart, she would have to go through it all.