Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The deeper Dago ventured into the ruins of the Mirror Forest, the more he understood the power and mystery of spatial and mirror-based magic.

This inheritance from the ancient wizarding power, the Mirror Court, is something he must fight for no matter what!

Bernal once told him that resources, connections, reputation—you have to fight for everything.

If you don't compete, where will opportunities come from? If you don't compete, you'll only be overtaken by others!

He had already "missed" the chance to enter the front-line battlefield, and now, at the second level, he was not going to give up anything!

Dago was unsure whether the rune representing entry into the next round of inheritance selection was awarded to the first person to obtain it, or to the person who obtained it last.

Although the latter probability is undoubtedly much greater, Dagger will not let the opportunity slip away in front of him as long as there is even the slightest possibility of the former.

Even if it means being the "first to stick out."

Perfect, it also allows me to test my current true combat strength.

Dago's gaze swept across the bewildered faces of the wizards below. Apart from the three wizards who were also in the Thorn Ring, there were a total of fifteen wizards as his opponents.

Among them are nine late-stage second-ring cultivators and six mid-stage second-ring cultivators—a formidable opposing force.

"That's quite a challenge."

Dago murmured to himself, the azure light in his eyes quickly frozen in ice, all irrelevant thoughts and emotions sinking into the stillness of winter.

Just as he entered the state of "Winter Stillness", the platform below, which had been in a brief and eerie silence, suddenly erupted with surging energy flows like a volcanic eruption!

One after another, second-circle spells were summoned, and one after another, the power of the magic domain expanded and rose. Flames, lava, vines, thorns, shadows, and countless energy particles instantly formed an energy tsunami that seemed capable of devouring and sweeping everything, surging and roaring towards Dago.

The terrifying force field created by the collision of numerous spells and magic domains instantly distorted the void above the entire platform. The terrifying power forced the three magic ring wizards, led by Yepig, to retreat step by step in horror.

At that moment, all three of them were racing with the same thought: "Is this guy from the Silver Tower insane?!"

However, in the next instant, the three of them saw, in a distorted and blurry light, the figure of the boy they thought was arrogant and ignorant, who had acted like a madman, raise his hand and gently touch his ear.

A blue diamond earring on his left earlobe shone brightly, followed by the outlines of various magical artifacts flying out of the earring, as if they were automatically being put on the boy's body.

Before the three could see any more, the magical tsunami and energy surge unleashed by the three wizards had already pushed high into the sky, engulfing the boy's figure in the blink of an eye.

Fire rings, lava, vines, thorns, flowing black mist, and scythes and arrows of light that appear and disappear.

A dozen or so spells surrounded that area of ​​void, colliding fiercely with each other. The void itself seemed to collapse under this terrifying barrage of attacks, and the air in that area appeared to be rapidly contracting.

"They really brought this on themselves!"

The three men, including Phig, looked grim as they watched the scene unfold, their eyes darting around rapidly.

Before entering the secret realm, everyone signed a contract, which theoretically prohibits them from killing fellow wizards.

However, dying under the combined magical fire of a group of people should be considered a special case. It is estimated that even the contract will not be effective. It is purely a case of courting death, and dying would be pointless.

The key point is... it's one thing for this fool in the Silver Tower to be courting death, but his actions might cause the other three parties on the field to turn their anger towards the Law Ring forces, and then they might be the ones to suffer next.

Originally, the magic circle wizards were already at a disadvantage on this platform, and their chances of winning were not high. Now, those chances have been compressed to almost zero.

Just as the three of them were frantically racking their brains, thinking about their next move.

Sudden.....

"Click—"

A strange sound caught the attention of the three.

The three of them looked up in the direction of the sound and were shocked to find that the void, which had just been collapsed by a barrage of spells, was now in an extremely strange state of solidification and stillness.

The raging energy flows, the colliding spells, the flickering light—everything seemed to be frozen in place, forming a strange, static curtain.

It was as if they had been frozen in mid-air by an invisible force.

The eerie scene alerted the other wizards on the platform, and they all frowned and stared at the void. Some began chanting spells in a low voice again, while others seemed to be chilled by an inexplicable cold and shivered slightly.

"hiss--"

The slight sound of drawing in cold air seemed to stretch out the timeline in an instant.

All sounds on the platform suddenly faded away, and the air abruptly became stagnant and heavy.

There was despair and coldness; the sharp, snow-like chill, like invisible venomous snakes, silently crawled along the gradually solidifying void, quickly seeping into the bodies of every wizard present.

It relentlessly burrows into their hearts, bit by bit, along their skin, flesh, and bones.

"boom!"

The next second, the stagnant energy and spell surge in the void shattered with a roar, exploding into countless mottled streams of light.

Immediately following, the seemingly eternal glacier suddenly burst open, and an overwhelming, indescribable, and intensely cold current quickly swept across the entire mirror platform space.

In an instant, the huge platform was completely covered by frost and snow. The fifteen wizards on the platform, whether standing on the ground or hiding in the void, were all frozen into lifelike ice sculptures, and even the surprised and caught-off-guard expressions on their faces were sealed away.

The terrifying chill, like an invisible glacier, continued to roll and flow in the void. This chill even seeped through the runic light shield around the platform, subtly affecting the two adjacent platforms. From time to time, people cast surprised and uncertain glances over.

The three of them stood on a corner at the very edge of the platform, almost huddled together.

The terrifying cold current that forcibly occupied the entire platform subtly bypassed the three of them. They were not actually greatly affected, but the three of them seemed to be completely frozen by another invisible force.

At this moment, everyone was staring blankly in the same direction, motionless.

That was at the epicenter of the cold outbreak.

A tall and slender figure stood quietly; it was the magic-wielding youth who had been submerged by numerous spells.

Layers of ice crystals formed an exquisite and beautiful half-body armor on his body, while a deep blue icefall cascaded down behind him, forming a long and dazzling cloak.

The boy held an ice sword made from an ice-blue staff in one hand, standing there with an air of otherworldly grace.

He was surrounded by endless blue light, and mysterious and profound energy constantly emanated from his body, forming three domain powers through the interweaving of these energies.

A torrent of cold air raged around the boy within the platform space, as if trying to condense some terrifying pattern in the void.

His long black hair fluttered gently behind him, and at this moment, he seemed like a king who had suddenly descended upon this land, carrying with him a kingdom of ice and frost!