Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The towering human figure, nearly three meters tall, possessed muscles that resembled gnarled, swollen old tree roots, exaggerating to the point of being terrifyingly strong, yet still exhibiting a different kind of proportionate and slender form.

This terrifying humanoid figure had its head slightly lowered, its body wreathed in countless tiny, lightning-like black lights, and its long hair fluttered in the air without wind, dancing silently and rhythmically with its breath.

As the figure slowly raised its head, a face covered in black veins and contorted in a ferocious expression was revealed. Coldness and violence flickered in its completely black eyes, and a trace of ancient aura flowed out from them.

"It's even more perverted than I imagined!"

Dago hovered in mid-air, looking at his hands, which had become as bony as demons, and murmured something under his breath.

"It was much more painful and complicated than I had imagined."

The [Despairing Winter Star], replicated by the [Prism], was projected onto the [Ice Flame Blue Demon Body] within his body. Despairing Winter Star channeled the power of the Sea of ​​Despair within his mental space, and the "high concentration" of despair power that erupted in one breath instantly exceeded the limits of his original body.

His original [Ice Flame Blue Demon Body] was directly shattered, then rapidly reshaped under the indescribable power of despair, only to be shattered and reshaped again, until he could fully withstand this terrifying power.

If it was as if a giant dragon was sealed inside Dago's body before, then now it's as if a planet is sealed inside.

The power of "Desperate Winter Star" is evenly distributed throughout every corner of his body. Even the slightest movement can unleash all of his power, generating terrifying power that he never dared to imagine before.

"Using planets as a metaphor is not quite appropriate. My current state is somewhat similar to those demons who have been corrupted by the seven sins of the spirit world, but my rationality is extremely clear. Indeed, being corrupted is ten times stronger, while being cleansed is three times weaker."

Dago's vocal cords seemed to have been remodeled, producing a hoarse and deep voice with a buzzing tone, like thunder rolling through dark clouds, filled with a powerful and awe-inspiring demonic quality.

"The phantom of the Despairing Winter Star within my body is rapidly dissipating; I need to hurry."

Dago quietly looked up, his pure black eyes locking onto Violet not far away.

With his extraordinary mental perception, he clearly sensed that Violet's body trembled slightly beneath her robes the instant they met eyes.

Dargo grinned silently, finding Violet's previous composed and aloof demeanor somewhat comical in its current state.

But to Violet and the others, his expression—with the corners of his mouth turned up to his ears, revealing two rows of dense, pale white teeth—was indescribably sinister and terrifying, causing many people's hearts to tremble violently.

"Whoosh—Bang!"

A sudden sound of air being torn apart rang out.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the sky, only to see the terrifying and ferocious figure in their field of vision gradually blur.

At the same time, a loud explosion rang out from the other side, accompanied by a muffled groan.

Countless gazes turned to Violet, who hadn't retreated an inch since the start of the battle, and was now flying backward like lightning.

Violet rapidly summoned one powerful defensive spell after another, and after those spells were guided through her mental field...

The magical energy fluctuations had barely begun to emanate, and before they could fully take shape, they were brutally pierced and shattered by an incredibly thick and ferocious arm.

A huge, terrifying shadow followed closely behind Violet's retreating steps. The spells she summoned were as fragile as paper in the shadow's hands, easily torn apart one by one.

Long, black hair danced behind the figure like a cape or banner, with countless black lightning bolts leaping and flowing across its strands.

The turbulent energy and residual power released after the spells collapsed and exploded struck the massive, muscular body of the demonic figure, producing a series of crackling sounds.

Violet retreated faster and faster, and summoned spells at an increasingly rapid pace, but his face grew paler and paler.

The distance between him and the terrifying shadowy humanoid figure was constantly closing, as if a vast, dense shadow of despair was sweeping towards him relentlessly, blotting out the sky and the sun. No matter how many methods he used, they could not stir up the slightest ripple.

The intense, suffocating feeling of being overwhelmed by wave after wave!

finally.....

"Bang!"

A blinding light burst forth from Violet's body, causing the magic circle wizards watching below to instinctively squint.

As the light faded, their expressions froze—Violet stopped in her tracks, hovering silently in the air. Her mental power, belonging to the late-stage second-ring wizard, erupted in unparalleled glory, like an invisible ray of miniature sun rushing towards Dago.

However.......

This is a miniature sun formed from pure spiritual energy.

Now, however, it was held tightly in someone's hand, and even the most intense and scorching light could only seep out from between Dago's devilish fingers.

Violet stood there, expressionless.

But from his tense body and the beads of sweat slowly trickling down his forehead and temples, it was clear that his mood was far from as calm as it appeared.

Violet's lapis lazuli-like eyes reflected a demonic hand as large as her head, with protruding knuckles and fingertips as sharp as knives.

At this moment, the giant hand hovered in front of his neck and face, with countless lightning-shaped black lights flowing and leaping between the five fingers of the demonic hand, emitting a trace of despair that was close at hand.

With just a little force from this large hand...

Violet's head would be crushed like a watermelon.

"I lost."

Violet took a deep breath and spoke softly. The brilliance in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his head slowly lowered.

The black-haired demon, who loomed before him like a thick shadow, merely smiled. All wizards who didn't achieve miracles had one core weakness: their physical bodies were weak.

Dago shook his head and slowly backed away.

As the black-haired shadowy figure, who was over two meters tall and nearly three meters tall, retreated, his strong and burly body shrank rapidly like a deflated balloon.

The grotesque expression on his face, etched with dark veins, gradually faded, and his sharp, dense teeth returned to their normal shape. A naked, pale-faced boy reappeared. Dago clearly realized that he could not indulge in this pleasure of power bestowed by despair for too long.

Once a certain limit is exceeded, one will forever remain in this demonic form, never able to return to human form, because one's human bloodline power is simply unable to bear this power. If used for too long, even the soul will lose its reason and become a slave to the sea of ​​despair.

Long, black hair fluttering wildly in the wind obscured the boy's body. With difficulty, Lu Niao Dago pulled a brand-new blue robe from his storage ring and put it on, covering up the inappropriate scene for children.

Dago faced Violet, extending a slender, pale arm. A halo appeared in his eyes as he lightly drew a single line in the air with his finger.

An aura of intense despair leaked from the ethereal trace left by that finger.

He used up the last bit of power of the fading phantom of the [Despairing Winter Star] within his body to summon a [Despairing Dead Stream].

The Despair Creek flowed silently through the air, heading towards Violet.

The stream of pure black despair circled Violet once before continuing its ascent into the sky, disappearing into the void of the spirit world.

"This is the first layer of resonance technique of mine that you wanted to see."

Dargo’s weary voice rang in Violet’s ears.

Violet stared blankly in the direction where the pure black stream of despair disappeared, her eyes darting around, lost in thought.