Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

With just one glance, the two recognized the identities of the people fighting.

That wasn't because of appearance, but rather stemmed from a deep-seated instinct of fear of predators in higher positions.

"It's the skeleton's death knell, the mammoth forlin."

One of them had a hoarse voice, as if his throat was being choked by an invisible hand, and his pupils contracted sharply to pinpoints.

In this cruel wizarding world, titles often represent the accumulation of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"This guy's strength."

A third-ring wizard gritted his teeth and said with unease, "It's even more terrifying than the rumors say. It's simply beyond the reach of an ordinary mid-third-ring wizard."

That sense of oppression was like a solid block of lead, pressing heavily on the mental field.

After being intimidated, the two became even more curious.

"Just who is this person, capable of fighting Mamfulin to this extent?"

"Is he/she a top figure in the first tier?"

As the two drew closer, they gradually came to see the countless frosts, colder than ghosts, filling the realm of the dead. The biting wind cut their faces, but it did not diminish their desire to explore.

Ice Mage!

The one fighting the Bone Bell Mammoth Flin is a wizard who specializes in ice magic!

Which ice mage in the south possesses such formidable power?

In their limited understanding, ice wizards often meant control and slowing down, rather than such violent destruction.

In a fleeting moment, a pure white ice blade, like the fangs of an ancient ice dragon, pierced through the layers of ghostly barriers, revealing a tall figure surrounded by ice and snow, clad in silver armor, amidst the endless frost and snow.

The elemental particles surrounding him were arranged neatly and rigorously, like a well-trained army.

The moment he saw clearly who Maflin was fighting, he sensed the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from that person.

The expressions on the faces of the two third-ring wizards froze instantly.

The two looked at each other, both seeing shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.

"The Second Ring Road?!"

"The one who pushed Bonebell Maflin to this point... is actually a second-ring wizard?!"

In the wizarding world, such a battle that transcends class means that the other side possesses a game-changing trump card.

Or perhaps it is some terrifying talent that is close to the essence of truth.

The same scene was happening in different corners near the battle group.

The battle between Mamforin and Dago attracted a large number of wizards from the surrounding area to watch.

The Bone Bell is a formidable name; in the South, among the necromancy traditions, the Bone Bell is almost second only to the Venom Mask.

In terms of the evil and wickedness of magical practice, "Bone Bell" even surpasses "Phantom Mask," making it infamous.

He viewed living beings as consumables and souls as fuel.

In his pursuit of the truth about the dead, he had long since abandoned any semblance of humanity.

As a result, many wizards knew Mamforin and were naturally curious about an opponent who could stand up to him head-on.

........

"Boom!"

The pure white ice blade sliced ​​through layers of barriers formed by ghosts, reaching all the way to the top of Mamfulin's head, only to be stopped by the mental energy field and extraordinary magical domain released by his body.

Beneath the thick gray smoke, Maflin appeared bizarrely, wearing a pure black robe with rotten and tattered edges. He was emaciated, unusually tall, and bald, without a single hair.

His skin had a sickly grayish hue, as if it had been soaked in corpse water for years.

Fan-shaped bone fragments grew outwards from both sides of his cheeks, and his pale eyes were covered with scarlet blood vessels, making him look like a monstrous skeleton that had just crawled out of a grave.

"I underestimated you."

"You remind me of the last student my teacher accepted."

Maflin looked up at the massive ice blade hovering above his head, and said in a low voice with a hint of reminiscence, "After I poisoned the old man, that kid, at the second level, challenged me for revenge."

"His ignorant and fearless attitude back then was exactly like yours!"

Mamflin looked at Dago, and a wicked smile suddenly bloomed on his sunken face with its high cheekbones, revealing two rows of uneven, pale teeth and scarlet gums.

That's the excitement a predator feels when it sees rare prey.

He wanted to dissect this second-circle wizard in front of him to see what miracles were inside his mind.

Amidst the chilling terror, he let out a piercing laugh like a night owl, then his expression suddenly turned ferocious as he raised his hands.

"The ghosts... are boiling!"

Countless resentments were instantly ignited, transforming into the most primal form of spiritual poison.

In an instant, all the dark gray waves beneath Maflin's feet, around him, and in the sky evaporated completely.

Countless ghosts flew out from the evaporating black waves, forming a massive ghost storm that instantly shattered countless frosts before rapidly sweeping towards Dago.

Every ghost was wailing and cursing the living.

This is not only a physical storm, but also a spiritual tsunami.

Dago remained expressionless, his eyes filled with a thick, bewitching blue-gold hue.

He stretched his arms outwards, and the pure white ice blade that had cleaved through Maflin rapidly retracted. Then, it trembled slightly in the void, releasing a surge of mysterious energy and piling up endless frost.

Three almost identical pure white ice blades appeared in the void.

The magical power belonging to the [Desperate Frozen Blade] suddenly expanded several times.

This was just the beginning. The deep blue magic circle beneath Dago's feet, resembling a hexagonal ice flower, began to grow wildly outwards, instantly becoming several times more complex and profound.

The runes were pulsating, and energy loops were being constructed at breakneck speed.

The two expanded domain powers rapidly merged, the shattered frost reformed, and an unprecedented aura of sealing and strangling rose. Empowered by the Despairing Ice Seal Array, it carried four pure white ice blades, slashing towards the ghostly storm like a raging dragon.

[Prism]!

To be precise, it should be the [Multiple Prisms] seal after repeated upgrades and optimizations.

Three years ago, the Soul Seal [Prism] was activated, which allowed a spell to be "replicated" twice. Three years later, the number of "replicated" times has reached three.

Moreover, the replicated spells are more perfect and closer to the original.

The "Ice Dragon" blizzard and the ghost storm collided, constantly rubbing against each other and canceling each other out, finally exploding with a loud bang, but without making a sound.

Da Yin Xisheng.

The intense energy collision created a vacuum in the area, and sound lost its medium for propagation.

The exploding ghost storm transformed into countless streams of black energy, each stream composed of a distorted human face. Black flames ignited on these streams, which resembled countless rapidly swimming black fish, circling the sky before charging fiercely towards Dago at a certain point.

That was the embodiment of resentment, a vicious will that could not be erased even by the death of the body.

They crave warm flesh and blood, and yearn to drag the high and mighty wizard into the abyss.

"Whoosh—"

Dago swung his right arm like a knife in front of him. The power had not yet dissipated. The four ice blades, which had only shrunk in size, emitted a clear and melodious trembling sound and swept in all directions with a clanging sound.

Streaks of black flame were frozen, shattered, and extinguished by the frost...

But more and more vengeful faces, which were moving closer to Dago and shaking wildly, formed a stream of air and made a roaring sound in unison towards him!

That was a shriek from the level of the soul.

"roar--"

Countless ghosts screamed and shrieked, and countless sound waves converged, directly creating a terrifying sonic tsunami in the air.

Space itself resonated at this frequency, groaning under its own weight.

At that moment, the air seemed to transform into a transparent curtain that could be seen and touched, displaying layers upon layers of distorted ripples and folds under the terrifying sound waves.