Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Iceberg Resonance, Winter's Silence, the [Eternal Night Frost Mark] set bonus, the Soul Seal [Winter Star] amplification, and the [Fine Snow Sword Domain]."

Dago felt the chilling currents surrounding him, the icy air that filled the void, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The power of this icy domain has now reached an unbelievable level. This is the true might of [Winter Star]!"

Dago didn't even activate the ancient power of the Despair Winter Dragon Beheilite within him.

With just the support of his extremely luxurious magical equipment, he increased the power of his domain to more than ten times its former strength!

He froze a full fifteen second-ring wizards in one go, including nine late-stage second-ring wizards and six mid-stage second-ring wizards, and Dago felt that this was not the limit of the Frost Domain.

"Click click click—"

In the frozen field, the sound of ice breaking could be heard.

Dago looked in the direction of the sound and saw several ice sculptures that were frozen in ice shaking violently, with waves of energy surging within them, looking as if they were about to break free.

He wasn't surprised.

It would be truly strange if elites from all sides at the late stage of the Second Ring were frozen in ice and rendered powerless.

It's normal to struggle and resist.

But that was all they had left to struggle and resist.

Dago calmly raised his right hand, and the tip of his ice sword glowed with energy, flashing rapidly and transmitting faint energy fluctuations.

The icy landscape before them changed again in the next moment.

On the platform covered by thick ice and snow, in the void, thick, long, sharp, and crystal-clear ice spikes silently emerged.

Like countless grotesque fingers of an ancient snow monster emerging from the depths of a land of ice and snow, they rapidly converged and closed upon the loose and shattered humanoid ice sculptures.

In one corner of the platform, the three of them, who were already stunned, stared at the scene before them. They looked at the young man's figure controlling the wind and snow, as well as the rather conspicuous early-stage second-ring spiritual power fluctuations emanating from his body, and murmured in a daze.

"The Silver Tower...where on earth did this monster come from?"

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"boom!"

A raging, blazing fire swept across the platform, seemingly trying to break through the limitations of space and distance, and burn through the projected images of the spell.

As the crimson flames gradually dissipated, the scene revealed a young man kneeling on the ground, looking disheveled, with wisps of smoke rising from his body.

The young man's once sharp and brilliant eyes, like those of lapis lazuli, now appeared dull and lifeless. His face was pale, and his dejected appearance suggested that he was merely trying to stay upright and not collapse on the spot.

"Is this all the geniuses in the Thorn Ring are capable of?"

As a cold, mocking voice rang out, a young man with orange-gold eyes, exuding an air of innate nobility, slowly emerged from the crimson flames.

He walked up to the kneeling youth and looked down at him with an extremely arrogant and haughty posture.

The latter was provoked by the other party's words, and a look of humiliation and resentment appeared on his face. He tried to stand up from the ground, but in the next second, he was violently thrown away by a ball of flame that appeared out of nowhere.

Outside the secret realm, Carlos watched this scene quietly, his heroic and rugged face showing no change in expression, appearing quite calm.

However, beneath his robes, unseen by anyone, one of his hands was clenching slightly.

Violet, a top seed from the Silver Tower, also lost!

Following Lina of the Spiral Tower.

He went to great lengths to bring in two promising candidates from the front lines, but they were eliminated in the very first round of the selection process!

Although this does not mean that his bet with the Green-Robed Wizard of the Water Palace is necessarily a loss, the fact that both of them were injured and lost, and that their spoils were taken away, greatly increased his chances of losing.

There was a deep, almost impenetrable light in Carlos's eyes.

There's not much to say about Lina being eliminated.

She was incredibly unlucky; she was assigned to a platform where she was the only one there, and the wizards from the other three factions immediately joined forces to deal with her, leaving her with no choice but to be eliminated.

However, on the platform Violet teleported to, the number of Ring Wizards was the largest, their strength was the greatest, and they held the most advantage.

Logically, they should have won this match easily, but instead, they were completely swept aside by a young wizard from the Lava Brotherhood who was in the mid-second ring, suffering an unprecedented defeat.

Is Violet too weak?

Do not!

The opponent was simply too strong.

Carlos slowly turned his head to look in one direction, and met the half-smiling gaze of the bald wizard from the Lava Brotherhood who was holding a burning stone staff.

The other person's lips moved, silently uttering a name to him.

Carlos's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately understood.

"So they are descendants of the family from the Molten Crystal Lake."

If it's due to that family's bloodline, then Violet's defeat seems inevitable.

At this point, the winners of the eight mirror platforms have been almost all determined.

Carlos quickly scanned the screen, but didn't see any familiar figures. His face twitched slightly.

Who would have thought that the Thorn Ring would be completely wiped out in this round, with no one able to advance to the next round, and even the Water Palace had two wins. It has to be said that their luck was really bad.

"Tsk!"

Just then, the green-robed witch's voice suddenly rang in their ears, filled with exclamations of wonder.

"Carlos, this little guy from your Circle is quite wealthy! He even managed to get a complete set of second-circle spell items... These things are rare in the southern Emerald Forest, and they seem to fit his spell system extremely well. It's truly exceptional!"

"Um?!"

Carlos paused for a moment, then looked at the projected image of the spell again.

Only then did I realize that I had overlooked something: the French Ring actually has one win.

The winner was a young wizard who specialized in ice magic, but he was only at the early stage of the second ring.

"Show me a replay of this battle."

Carlos's eyes flashed, and he spoke quickly.

The green-robed witch beside him seemed to have anticipated his words. Her slender, white fingers slid lightly through the air, and soon a scene was recalled.

Carlos examined the document carefully, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, but it quickly faded, and he returned to calm once more.