Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Maflin, whose head was pierced by the silver spear that went from his brow to the back of his head, was thrown back violently.

His eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and his face showed extreme shock and disbelief.

That attack was too fast.

The pain was so intense that the mind couldn't keep up with the transmission of the sensation.

Mamflin's skull emitted a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

Brain matter was boiling, and a monstrous wave was surging through the mental space.

The next instant, all the ice crystal spikes surrounding Mamfulin shattered, breaking free from the icy confinement. He spread his arms and his mouth opened and closed silently.

A strange magical fluctuation emanated from him, and within the Ice Crystal Domain, the black ice that had frozen the ghosts burst open one after another.

At the same time, Mamfulin's entire body resembled a clay doll dried and cracked by the scorching sun; his skin and flesh rapidly split open, revealing gashes the size of a baby's mouth.

An incredibly powerful black beam of light shot out from the gap, as if something was trying to break free from his body.

That is not light.

Those were cursed particles compressed to the extreme.

It was his last act of madness in despair, trying to drag everything around him down with him.

Each gap is like a greedy mouth, frantically devouring the surrounding free elemental energy.

At this moment, the silver spear piercing through Maflin's forehead melted rapidly, flowing down Maflin's cheeks like mercury, blocking some of the gaps that were emitting intense light.

Maflin's face contorted with rage as he reached out to grab the flowing mercury that seemed to be alive. Suddenly, a tall, slender figure appeared silently in front of him.

"Freeze!"

Dagger looked down coldly at Mamfulin from his high position, and stretched out his right hand. In an instant, countless metal tentacles made of titanium sprang up and fiercely wrapped around the struggling Mamfulin.

The metal tentacles dug into Mamforin's flesh, making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

Each of the titanium tentacles exuded a faint aura of spatial stagnation. Mamfulin froze, his mental energy surging restlessly, like a trapped beast ramming against a closing "prison door."

That was a stagnation of space.

Dago expended a tremendous amount of mental energy to forcibly solidify the spatial coordinates of this area.

He knew that Maflin was preparing a trump card of spells that he hadn't yet had time to unleash, but it was far too late to do so now.

The ice crystal realm, composed of ice crystals, snowflakes, and thorny ice spikes, collapsed rapidly under Dago's control.

The surging chill of this world, along with the aura of several extraordinary realms, all converged on one point—Maflin's body.

All the chaotic energy flows were forcibly straightened out, like rivers flowing into the sea, pouring back into the metal-encased body.

As Mamfulin's body, encased in titanium, began to rapidly grow layers of solid ice, with seemingly inexplicable patterns growing within the endless deep blue ice.

In the blink of an eye, Mamfulin's figure had completely disappeared from the battle, leaving only a huge spinning ice ball that released an incomparably pure icy aura, constantly slicing through the empty void like a cold and sharp spinning ice blade.

Dargo stood high in the sky, revealing his true form as he shed his titanium metal disguise.

He held an ice ball in his right hand, his silver-gray robe billowing in the raging wind, and his aura of magical domains coiled around him like invisible snakes. His handsome face was covered in icy coldness.

As all the icy chill of this space gathered, Dago remained expressionless and uttered a soft sound.

The sound wasn't loud.

Yet, like a divine decree, it clearly penetrated the eardrums of every living being present.

"crack."

In an instant, the wildly spinning ice puck came to a sudden stop.

An inexplicable aura rapidly spread out from the battle group.

The wizards watching, affected by this aura, all felt an indescribable discomfort, as if their hearts had suddenly skipped a beat, and their entire bodies had momentarily stopped and become disordered.

Their mental strength could not withstand such a shock at the level of rules.

However, this discomfort came and went quickly, and in the next instant, everyone saw the frozen ice puck suddenly shatter.

There was no fire.

There is no heat wave.

Only pure, outward disintegration kinetic energy.

The previously compressed icy cold and magical power poured out like water bursting its banks, instantly clearing away the wandering ghosts in the surrounding area. Immediately afterward, an indescribable and terrifying sense of spatial collapse was released.

The ghost didn't even have time to scream before it was reduced to its most primordial soul dust.

The space is like a shattered piece of glass.

In the small area where Mamfulin was located, the void seemed to have turned into a smooth and flat mirror. After shattering, it turned into countless silver fragments and cracked, leaving behind shocking black cracks.

"Bang!"

Amidst the violent energy fluctuations, it was as if something was being squeezed and exploded.

That was Mamforin's physical body.

It was also a protective amulet he always carried with him.

Faced with absolute power, all defenses seem so pale.

A dark, fist-sized object fell out.

It remained completely unharmed amidst the chaotic energy storm.

It is made of special materials.

It was not swallowed by the spatial rift.

Dago's eyes flickered slightly, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed it. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was a square, bell-shaped object with the bottom hollowed out.

It looks like an old cowbell, with many mysterious ancient patterns engraved on its surface.

The patterns are twisted and ominous.

He gently shook the strange cowbell, but it didn't make a sound. Instead, a bunch of pale, decaying severed fingers fell out from under the cowbell, each of them wearing a shimmering spatial ring.

The cut on the severed finger was clean and smooth.

It has clearly undergone some special treatment to prevent decay while retaining the original owner's aura.

Could it all have been left behind by the wizards who were killed and harvested by Mamfulin?

As Dago was pondering, a cold, powerful, and chaotic aura suddenly rose from the center of the [Shattered Silver Ice] power eruption.

This aura doesn't belong to the living.

It was filled with resentment, hatred, and bitterness.

It was like the gates of hell had been opened a crack.

Dago's eyes narrowed, and he was just about to retaliate when the terrifying aura was fully revealed. However, he discovered that it was a ball of light entwined with countless gray streams of energy.

It is an aggregate of souls.

It was a collective uprising of countless imprisoned, tortured, and enslaved souls at this moment.

Each gust of air represents a powerful ghostly entity, and at the very center of this ball of light, a soul is constantly struggling to crawl out.

He was emaciated, his face contorted, his expression filled with utter despair and terror, his eyes fixed on Dago as if pleading for help.

That was a yearning for life.

Even if only a soul remains, one still wants to cling to life.

Dago recognized it at a glance—it was Mamforin's soul.

Without the protection of his physical body, his soul was as fragile as a child in the face of these malevolent spirits.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

In an instant, Maflin's soul was entangled by terrifying ghostly figures and pulled back.

Countless illusory arms grabbed him.

It's like a drowning person grasping at a last straw, only to pull that straw into the abyss along with them.

One of the ghosts was particularly ferocious and vicious, clinging to Mamfulin and tearing at him wildly, before pulling him into a huge mass of gray air currents.

That was the one with the deepest hatred.

It roared, a silent roar that reverberated through the very soul.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have been a rather young and handsome boy in life.