Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"boom!"

The terrifying magical power slammed into the empty silver barrier, but could only stir up some insignificant ripples.

The ripples dispersed quickly, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, disappearing in the blink of an eye, as if the earth-shattering sound just now was nothing but an illusion.

On one side of the Thorn Ring, Carlos and Ronald looked in this direction with icy eyes.

A terrifying pressure of energy surrounded the two, their robes billowing like two angry beasts trapped in a cage, trying to smash their heads through the steel bars.

But this anger, in the face of absolute power, appears both pale and powerless, much like the person shouting in the iron house who may not be able to wake up a few of his companions who are pretending to be asleep.

In return, all he got was Yadar, dressed in a black robe, casually fiddling with the silver Rubik's Cube in his hand.

The silver Rubik's Cube flipped between his pale, slender fingers, as if he were toying with everyone's fate.

There was no mockery in his eyes, only a chilling indifference, as if in his eyes these people were nothing more than moving insects, busy but ultimately destined to be crushed.

Not far away, someone stood on a pool of blood-soaked corpses, looking at Dago and laughing wildly; it was Derby, who seemed to have gone mad.

He's probably gone mad. In this cannibalistic world, madness might be a kind of happiness.

A few meters away from her, Violet, with a grim expression, repeatedly attempted to break through the spatial barrier. Each impact was like a despairing bell tolling in everyone's heart.

Igesius looked around at everything, and his smile grew even brighter.

That smile contained not only the arrogance of a strong person, but also the cruel pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse.

"It seems quite a few people care about you."

His body leaned slightly forward toward Dago, and the orange-gold in his black eye sockets glowed faintly, the light like phosphorescence in hell, flickering with greed and destruction.

He said in a strange tone, "I'm already looking forward to seeing how they'll react when you're in pain, begging for mercy, screaming, and dying in my hands."

This kind of anticipation is probably like those onlookers craning their necks, waiting to see the moment the executioner's blade falls, in order to appreciate the bright red blood and fill the emptiness in their souls.

"Didn't you want the coordinates?"

Dago asked abruptly.

His voice was soft yet steady, like someone calmly asking about vegetable prices in a bustling market.

"This is not your bargaining chip for survival."

Igorius smiled, but the smile grew increasingly ferocious, and a terrifying aura gradually spread from his body.

The temperature in the entire arena rose rapidly, the air began to distort, as if one were inside a giant furnace. "We naturally have ways to get the coordinates from you..."

This method is nothing more than extracting the soul and refining the spirit, or some even more despicable means.

In this dog-eat-dog world, as long as your fist is big enough, justice will always be on the side of the strong.

"All right."

Dago fell silent. He showed neither fear nor anger.

He just stood there quietly, like a silent reef battered by the waves.

He raised his hand, making a gesture as if casting a spell.

The movement was not fast, even somewhat slow, like an old man swatting away flies, yet it carried an indescribable rhythm.

One after another, spells resonating with the first level of the magic domain emerged from his body, and large areas of magic domain force fields intertwined.

The chilling air stood in stark contrast to the oppressive heat.

Damian, standing behind Igesius, saw this and a faint look of mockery appeared on his face.

In his view, this was nothing more than a death throes. Igesius took a step forward with disdain, and the firepower that erupted from his body almost dispelled all the icy aura in the area!

"Are you going to use your so-called 'overlapping domain' again?!"

Igorius appeared as if a true ancient fire demon had descended upon the world, his body seemingly growing countless times taller in an instant.

An almost endless stream of flames surged from his body, crimson, orange-yellow, and golden-white flames intertwined, instantly occupying the entire space and forming a world unique to flames.

This flame not only burns the body, but also burns the heart.

It aims to reduce a person's will, along with their body, to ashes.

"A clumsy and laughable trick!"

His deep, hoarse voice roared amidst the firelight and heat, a judgment from a superior to a challenger.

"Where is your bloodline? Show it to me!"

"That piece of trash Obadiah only brings shame to the family!"

"I will let you feel the true power of the Balrog's blood... Roar—"

Igor stood in the void, roaring hoarsely.

The voice was filled with a fanatical worship of power, as if power were the only truth in the world.

The countless crisscrossing rune arrays beneath his feet shattered simultaneously, and the enormous arena instantly transformed into waves of molten lava.

The lava churned, bubbles burst, releasing a pungent sulfurous odor. This was no longer a fighting arena; it was clearly purgatory.

The power belonging to the third-ring wizards, as well as the terrifying power of the ancient Balrog blood, were fully displayed.

At this moment, even the wizards living in their isolated cages felt the intense heat and turned their gazes toward this place with fear on their faces.

They probably also remembered some ancient legends about the ancient demons that destroyed the world.

Amidst this scorching heat that seemed to incinerate everything, Dago, who barely managed to maintain a small foothold with only three Dharma Domains, appeared remarkably calm.

He was like a small boat in this sea of ​​fire; though seemingly in grave danger, he never capsized.

He gently pressed his hand against his trembling, pounding heart.

That wasn't fear, but excitement; it was the awakening of dormant factors in the blood, a joyful celebration.

Dago is now walking a path that no one has ever walked before, a narrow gate leading to the truth.

He slowly raised his right hand, aiming it at Igesius, who was surrounded by crimson.

That hand was fair and slender, and even looked somewhat scholarly, not at all like a hand that could kill or cast spells.

But this hand now holds the key to turning the tide.

In an instant, the three intertwined force fields of his body rapidly merged under an inexplicable connection.

This fusion is not a simple addition, but a qualitative leap, just like in a chemical reaction, where originally mild substances mix together and can unleash amazing energy.

A brand-new, yet more solidified than dozens of times, domain of power spontaneously arose, emanating an unparalleled aura of terror.

This aura was not violent; in fact, it was somewhat chilling, carrying an ancient, decaying yet supreme pressure.

The aura descended in wisps, each drop extinguishing a flame and solidifying a patch of magma.

Those once arrogant and domineering flames now trembled as if they had encountered their natural enemy, and even took the initiative to retreat.

This is the suppression of rules, the natural dominance of superior forces over inferior forces.

This aura, along with the three spells surrounding Dago, rapidly ascended into the air, combining and transforming.

The pure white ice blade transformed into vertical pupils, which stood upright, exuding an inhuman indifference, as if scrutinizing all the evils in the world; the ice sphere of despair served as eyes, deep and dark, as if it could absorb all light and hope; the deep blue aurora radiated out in the shape of the eye's veins, like the roots of an ancient tree, rooted in the void, drawing on unknown power.

Finally, an enormous, dark blue sphere of light, like an eye, floated in the sky, its countless terrifying and solid auras faintly outlining the silhouette of an ancient, desperate winter dragon.

The winter dragon coiled in the void, appearing and disappearing, as if whispering secrets forgotten by time.

At this moment, it was as if a true ancient overlord had descended.

This is not only a manifestation of magic, but also a projection of history. It is through Dago's hand that those terrifying beings that have long since vanished into the river of time cast their gaze upon this world once more.

It gazed indifferently down below, coldly looking down at the arrogant figure that belonged to Igorseus.

Before those enormous eyes, Igor's blazing body appeared small and comical, like a dwarf waving a torch at the feet of a giant.

With the massive shadow of the Despairing Winter Dragon behind him, Dago slowly raised his head, one eye tightly closed.

At this moment, his long hair and robes danced in the wind, fluttering in the mingling of heat and cold.

An indescribable aura of nobility and antiquity surrounded him, making him look less like a young wizard and more like an agent of an ancient god who had stepped out of mythology.

He doesn't need to roar or howl; true power is always silent.

Dago's voice was hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, carrying a metallic quality. Looking at the stunned Iggis before him, he spoke softly:

"Feel the gaze of the Despairing Winter Dragon Beheilite."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the entire battlefield, drowning out the crackling of flames and the gasps of the crowd.

After he finished speaking, Dago's tightly closed right eye suddenly opened.

In that instant, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck in the darkness, or as if a crack had appeared in the abyss.

Endless dark blue light emanated from it, the light was not dazzling, but it had a captivating magic that made people want to sink into it, even if they knew it was an abyss of death.

At the same time, the dark blue Winter Star hanging high above him also burst into brilliant light! That light and the light in Dago's eyes complemented each other, creating a wonderful resonance.

The three realms of Dharma resonate and merge!

This is the power of knowledge, the victory of logic, and a redefinition of the rules.

—【Desperate Winter Dragon's Death Gaze】!

The air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still.

In that instant, Igesius felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into an ice cellar, an uncontrollable chill rising from the depths of his soul.

That is the instinctive fear of a creature towards its natural enemy, and the natural submission of the inferior to the superior.

"You ants...how dare you look me in the eye?"

Dago's voice echoed in the void, carrying an undeniable authority.

This is not just a question, but a declaration, a declaration of the reversal of the roles of hunter and prey.

It turns out that in this game, the truly arrogant one was never the clamoring Flame Demon, but the ever-silent young man.

With the calmest demeanor, he poured the coldest water on this frenzied world.