Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

High in the distance.

The clouds were torn apart by the violent elemental turbulence, revealing the deep, awe-inspiring sky behind them.

Two figures stood calmly, quietly watching this side.

The strong wind whipped at the corners of their robes, making a rustling sound, but it could not penetrate the absolute territory within half a meter around them.

"Don't worry, once this is over, I'll give you a potion that can help them remove the marks."

The old woman in the black robe, Jennifer, had a hoarse voice, like two rough whetstones rubbing against each other.

She gently comforted a middle-aged wizard beside her who had a tense expression.

Fine beads of cold sweat trickled down the middle-aged wizard's forehead, dripping into the air.

He was not only afraid of the old woman's strength.

More than anything, they were afraid of the ancient and terrifying behemoth that she represented.

The latter thanked Jennifer with a rather helpless expression. His attitude towards Vivian was filled with both apprehension and respect, like a junior facing a senior.

"You've really gone to a lot of trouble..."

The middle-aged wizard's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Jennifer shook her head, gazing tenderly at Tracy in the distance, and whispered, "After all, our Tracy is the only remaining member of the Phoenix family in this generation."

"She is a hundred times more precious than all ten royal heirs of your Emerald Court combined."

The old woman's cloudy eyes reflected the red figure on the battlefield below.

"As long as she's happy, everything will be up to her."

This statement, though seemingly casual, reveals a cold-blooded view of the common people as worthless.

Upon hearing the word "Phoenix," the miracle wizard of the Emerald Court's eyes trembled slightly, and then he lowered his head deeply.

He dared not refute it.

They didn't even dare to look directly at the glory and domineering nature that name represented.

……

As time passed, more and more stone pillars were lit up within the Fairy Ancient City.

The rise of each beam of light signifies that one or more powerful souls are giving their all to advance further.

The elemental particles cheered, jumped for joy, and then exploded in the air.

In a corner of the Fairy Ancient City, a black stone giant nearly a hundred meters tall rampages through the ancient buildings.

It's less a giant and more a living, walking mountain.

With each step, the ground groaned.

It wielded its arms, forged from ancient rock, drawing deep, violent, and terrifying howls through the air. With each swing, it could conjure up an energy storm comparable to a third-tier spell.

The air was compressed to its limit, emitting a burst of uncontrollable force.

This pure physical kinetic energy, to some extent, has already formed the prototype of the "rules of force".

The black stone giant shooed away the fleeing third-ring wizards as if they were flies.

There are no fancy techniques involved.

The elemental shields that the wizards were so proud of were as thin as cicada wings in front of the giant rock.

Occasionally, those who cannot dodge in time will have their entire body, along with the energy shield surrounding their body, easily shattered with a "snap."

The blood mist exploded in the air, like a blooming, bewitching red flower.

They didn't even have time to scream.

The body instantly disintegrated, and the soul was shaken into fragments.

It's unclear how many third-ring wizards' bodies were destroyed, but on the Black Stone Giant's shoulder, a boy shrouded in thick gray clouds gently patted the giant's shoulder.

He called softly, "That's enough, Nus, we should go up now."

The boy's voice was clear and crisp, even carrying a hint of childlike innocence.

But behind this naivety lies an extreme disregard for life.

It was as if he had just crushed not his own kind, but a swarm of annoying insects.

The Blackrock Giant stopped chasing the Third Ring Wizards and silently strode toward the nearest gray stone pillar.

Its enormous size did not appear cumbersome; instead, it exuded a unique rhythmic pulse of the earth.

Before long, a stone pillar was lit up, and the boy sitting on the black stone giant's shoulder jumped lightly to the platform at the top of the pillar.

In another location, Gehrman, whose entire body was wrapped in blue-purple electric light, streaked rapidly across the sky.

He has become elementalized.

It transformed into a humanoid bolt of lightning, leaping and weaving through the ruins of the ancient city.

He caught up with several fleeing third-ring wizards in an instant. They managed to throw out a few spells and magical artifacts, but they were pierced and torn apart by terrifying lightning in the first encounter.

The moment those defensive magical artifacts came into contact with the lightning, their internal runic structures instantly overloaded and melted.

The smell of burning permeated the air.

That's the smell of flesh being carbonized by high-voltage current.

Gehrman abruptly stopped, his purple eyes flashing with electricity, releasing an aura of majesty like that of a god-king.

The hair flew wildly, and tiny arcs of electricity danced at the tips of each strand.

The surrounding magnetic field was distorted by his presence.

He coldly looked down at the several pale-faced third-ring wizards who were slowly falling from the sky, and calmly said, "There is still time. I am in my seat... awaiting your challenge."

After saying that, he turned and left, and another stone pillar was immediately lit up.

Lightning shot into the sky, announcing the arrival of the Thunder Overlord.

In the ancient streets and alleys surrounded by a thick hue of blood and gray clouds, Rufus stepped out, carrying with him a strong smell of blood.

The moss on the wall withered quickly.

He stretched out his hideous and imposing flesh and blood body to his heart's content, with exposed muscles and blood vessels writhing on it.

There is no skin covering it.

The bright red muscle fibers are directly exposed to the air, expanding and contracting with each breath, exuding a nauseating yet primal and wild aura.

This is an extreme pursuit of physical modification.

They abandoned their human form in exchange for a more powerful vessel.

"The Great Stone Peak".

Rufus let out a low, monstrous roar, his eyes turning bloodshot like diamonds, radiating an overwhelming ferocity and cruelty.

He craved killing.

It yearns for warm, fresh blood to nourish this thirsty body.

Every cell is roaring.

In a split second, Rufus vanished, followed by a towering white light rising into the sky.

When eighteen stone pillars are lit.

The energy concentration of the entire Fairy Ancient City reached a critical point.

Repressed.

heavy.

Inside a secluded fairy mushroom house, Ang, exuding an evil aura, slowly awoke from his slumber.

There was no light in the room.

The darkness was not formed naturally, but rather was viscous and substantial, like a living fluid.

He yawned, stretched, and his wine-red eyes shone like agate gems in the darkness.

Deep within his pupils, it seemed as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood were reflected.

It was a gaze that viewed everything as a plaything.

"It's about time to get up and stretch your muscles."

Ang got up, opened the window, and squinted at the lit stone pillars in the distance.

No light can penetrate this room.

Instead, the darkness inside the room was swallowing up the light outside the window.

One by one, jet-black feathers unfurled behind him, and the shadow spread rapidly.

"The Jade Court..."

He muttered the name under his breath, a cruel smile curving his lips.

The tip of my tongue licked my dry lips.

It was as if the hunter had locked onto the most delicious prey.

"At a gathering of geniuses in the south, in front of countless people, he personally crushed a princess from the central wizarding empire to death."

"Just thinking about it is exciting."

His murderous intent was boiling, yet it was perfectly contained beneath that languid exterior, like a volcano about to erupt.

Ang chuckled softly, and suddenly, he vanished without a trace.

There is no spatial fluctuation.

No elemental residue.

He simply vanished into thin air, as if melting into the shadows.

Only the quiet room remained, as if no one had ever been there.