Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Buzz!!!"

A strange trembling sound rang out.

Dago looked up and saw a strange and enormous black swarm of insect-like magical symbols coalescing behind Jareden high above. These black insects emitted a shadowy black mist that devoured the light, and the black mist swirled around Jareden like flowing, shadowy silk.

A powerful energy fluctuation emanated from Jareden's body, merging with the mental field of the second ring, enveloping the gazes cast from all directions, and mixing into a unique "momentum" that he completely took over the area, as if he had become the sole ruler of this space.

On Jareden's pale neck, countless black lines lit up. He raised his hand, and the swarm of insects behind him flew out.

These black insects rapidly combined in the air, coalescing into enormous crescent-shaped shadowy scythes. A large number of dark, free-floating energy particles in the air converged, forming a thick black mist that permeated the air.

A terrifying magical energy field spread out, and dozens of shadowy scythes appeared and disappeared in the rapidly spreading black mist, like a ferocious and dangerous monster silently brandishing its sharp claws in the shadows.

In just a few breaths, the entire fighting space was covered by shadowy black mist. Jareden stood on the black mist, and all the shadowy scythes hidden in the black mist were pointed in one direction—the position of Dago below, silently revealing their bloodthirsty sharpness.

But Jareden didn't rush to make a move. He looked down at Dago with a detached gaze, "Do you even know what I mean?"

The black mist beneath his feet began to churn, and the shadowy scythes that had been appearing and disappearing were all hidden within the black mist. The danger in the air rose sharply, and his calm tone became extremely cold, as if long-suppressed emotions were bursting out like an explosive torrent of ice.

"I've waited so, so long for this moment!"

The moment the words fell, dozens of even darker shadows and cold lights suddenly shone from the black mist that filled the space.

Dozens of shadowy scythes, their power accumulating to its peak, swept up in billowing black mist and moved swiftly and silently toward Dago's location, instantly leaving dozens of long, flowing streaks in the black mist.

"It's going to be chopped into minced meat."

Not only Jareden, but many of the wizards watching the battle also had this thought in their minds. Some wizards even turned their attention away from the arena and began to assess their chances of winning against Jareden after this battle, wondering if they could surrender as quickly as Jareden's Shadow Scythe.

However, just when everyone thought the dust had settled, a powerful spiritual force suddenly descended from the sky, and the old third-ring wizard in charge of the competition cast a faint glance at the stage belonging to Jareden.

His eyes flickered slightly, and the giant spider beside him immediately seemed to receive some command, opening its mouth and spewing out huge white energy spider silk in the direction of the arena. After being infused with the energy spider silk, the rune array that made up the arena rapidly thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jareden's expression suddenly changed drastically as he stood inside the rune array space. He opened his arms, and an extremely powerful spiritual force emanated from his body. However, before he could do anything or react, the rapidly shrinking shadow scythe in the fighting space quietly froze, and the churning black mist also seemed to solidify.

"Click—"

The sound of something freezing and then shattering.

next second.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the solidified shadow on the central arena exploded, unleashing a deluge of countless white and deep blue rays of light.

A terrifying chill swept violently against the energy shield at the edge of the fighting space, stirring up ripples that shook the area.

Everyone watching was stunned for a moment, and then they saw in disbelief that the huge arena space had now been transformed into a blue and white "ice ball" under the light of the rune array.

Countless large and small frost and ice crystals floated in the air in every inch of the arena. Dozens of scythes formed by shadow insect swarms were frozen in mid-air, their entire bodies covered and frozen, like some kind of special decoration hanging on the wall.

In the heart of this extreme cold, Dago, the "source," stands silently.

A massive blizzard swirled around him, with deep blue cold currents extending out from beneath him like veins of a glacier, spreading across the entire arena space like a spiderweb.

Countless mysterious auras intertwined around Dago, forming two force fields. The auras spread out, gently lifting the hem of the boy's robe, and instantly swept through the light membrane of the rune array, engulfing the entire square.

"Swish!!!"

At this moment, countless high-ring wizards who were sitting comfortably or lazily in their seats suddenly straightened up, their voices filled with shock and emotion as they blurted out.

"Dual domain overlap?!"

Jareden's arrogance and composure vanished completely. He took a deep breath with a grim expression, his eyes quickly darkening. Then, a black mist domain power, also composed of countless mysterious auras, slowly emanated from his body, showing a momentum that rivaled the omnipresent aura of icy snow.

Dago ignored Jaredon's actions, simply looking at him before calmly saying, "I understand how you feel, because I've been waiting for this moment for a long time too."

After saying that, Dago disappeared and rose rapidly like a fighter jet.

The ice-blue robes fluttered slightly in the wind and snow. Dago appeared at the same height as Jareden, and activated ice crystals flowed down like water, condensing into the shape of an ice sword in his palm.

"burst!"

Jareden uttered a short syllable with a cold expression, and the dozens of shadow scythes that had been frozen by frost exploded all at once, transforming back into countless black swarms of insects that quickly flew back behind him to form a swarm of insects.

His powerful mental field and magic seal domain spread outwards simultaneously, rapidly melting the ice and snow in the areas it covered, dispelling the cold, and the fighting arena, which was originally almost completely occupied by frost, began to gradually return to Jareden's control.

At the same time, Dago also moved. He carried the Dance of Fine Snow and flew towards Jareden like a cannonball. His proficiency with the Soul Seal [Winter Star] had increased a lot compared to before. In addition, after the transformation, the [Fine Snow Sword Domain] was formed. Within the Despair and Ice Domain, the two auras of despair and extreme cold intertwined, and countless fine snow blades fluttered and cut.

Wherever it passed, the air froze into imperceptible particles, which were then cut and split by the drifting, swirling snowflakes.

The arena wasn't very large, and Dago continued to fly forward, his dual domains colliding violently with the black mist shadow domain released by Jareden.

Two powerful energies clashed and clashed together, squeezing out distorted shapes in the air.

However, it is clear that the Despair and Frost Domain, formed by the superposition of Dago's two domains, is gaining the upper hand, and the domain space controlled by Jareden is being continuously compressed and is suffering a series of defeats.

"I have endured the agonizing torment of these thorny insects! Shadow swarm, heed my command, transform into the sky!"

When Jareden's domain space was squeezed to a rather narrow extent, the black lines on his originally pale and cold cheek shone with a dazzling light.

In an instant, the swarm of shadow insects behind Jareden seemed to have taken a berserk potion, countless black mists appeared out of thin air, connecting to form a large, dense dark cloud, from which a huge shadowy hand quietly emerged.

The giant shadowy hand released bursts of intense energy particle fluctuations, creating large black ripples in the air, and silently slammed down on Zhundago, as if killing a small insect.

Jareden's mental strength was at least several times greater than Dago's, and with the added power of a second-circle spell, even Dago's double-layered domain power could not directly withstand his spell attack.

The swirling snowstorm suddenly parted, and the gust of wind slapped down by the giant shadowy hand ruffled the stray hairs on Dago's forehead, but he seemed oblivious, his azure eyes still holding a calm more steadfast than an iceberg.