Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Unlike his evil and bizarre appearance, which was associated with his magic, Kolcrow's appearance was instead morbidly and breathtakingly handsome.

It was a pale, bloodless white, as if it had never seen the light of day, as if it had been finely polished from the finest bone china.

His eyes and hair were dark green, emitting a faint, eerie glow, like seaweed growing at the bottom of an endless, tranquil sea, yearning to devour flesh and blood.

Kolcrow stood beneath the grey, dark sky, his dark green robes billowing behind him like the night sky, fluttering and rustling even without wind.

He was like a giant radiation source, radiating an evil, cold, and domineering aura in all directions—the oppressive presence of a superior predator.

At this moment, on the ruins of the ancient fairy city of Isidore, there were at least dozens of wizards surrounding the four gray-white stone pillars.

They were all outstanding individuals from their respective regions, their eyes gleaming with wisdom and ambition, but in the face of Kolcrow's suffocating aura, their presence was completely suppressed by him alone.

That feeling was like standing at the foot of a majestic and precipitous mountain, looking up at the unscalable, cold summit, making one feel insignificant from the depths of one's soul.

Everyone stared at Korcrab with grim expressions, a complex mix of jealousy, fear, and anger.

At this moment, more than twenty of the gray-white stone pillars representing the thirty-two seats of geniuses in the ancient city of fairies have been lit up, each pillar representing a ticket to a higher truth.

Some of the stone pillars had been occupied by different people once or even several times, and the air was filled with the lingering smell of burnt elements and a faint stench of blood.

This is one of the rules, a manifestation of the brutal elimination process in the wizarding world. Anyone can attempt to take on the challenge before the first round of competition is completely over.

Only those who remain standing atop the stone pillar when the dust settles are truly qualified to take their seats and glimpse the supreme mystery.

Kohlklaus's current behavior is within the bounds of the rules, but it is a contempt for the rules and a trampling of the weak.

In the history of the South, there have been instances where Herams' thirty-two Wizards spots were not fully filled.

However, none have been as deliberate and arrogant as Colecrown, who dared to try to occupy four positions by himself and forcibly deprive some newcomers of their right to sit down. This is cutting off people's future and stifling future competitors.

In the oppressive atmosphere, even the air seemed to freeze, and every breath became heavy.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out, breaking the deathly silence.

It radiated a crystalline and sharp light, like the angular edges of crystal, from highly compressed elemental crystals, whose brilliant light rapidly condensed in the air.

A massive crescent-shaped blade formed in the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound. In an instant, it shattered multiple energy fields and cleaved straight at Kolcrow, which was surrounded by gray clouds and skulls.

This is a test, and also a signal.

After the wizard launched a strong attack, several third-ring wizards who were originally observing and qualified to light up the stone pillars suddenly turned fierce and attacked almost simultaneously.

If they don't join forces, none of them are confident they can face this monster alone.

Amid the chaos, a cold snort rang out from the crowd, carrying a long-suppressed anger.

"We're both from the third ring, and our mental strength is roughly equal. Why should we be afraid of him?"

"Kolcrow, it's time you paid the price for your arrogance! The rules here weren't made for you alone!"

Many people seemed to be swayed by these words, and their greed and will to survive overcame their fear.

In an instant, powerful magical domains spread and rose throughout the arena, with multicolored elemental light weaving into a vast net of death.

The whispers of spellcasting converged into a torrent, and the fluctuations generated by the magical implements trembled through the space.

One after another, spells radiating intense energy waves rapidly tore through the air—fireballs, ice spears, acid, and mental spikes—all heading towards Kolcrow alone.

Faced with the sudden surge of dense spells like a tidal wave and the energy fluctuations like a tsunami, Kolklau's face showed no change in emotion.

It was an indifference born of absolute confidence in one's own power, as if watching a group of ants waving grass stalks at a dragon.

He simply twisted his neck slightly, and his bones cracked with a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, an evil and ferocious smile appeared on that pale and handsome face, the corners of his mouth stretching out in an exaggerated and terrifying arc.

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

The several enormous skulls surrounding Kolklau began to spin rapidly, their previously empty eye sockets igniting with a ghastly green soul fire.

Then they quickly split, one into two, two into four, and in an instant, they transformed into countless skull shadows.

From the eye sockets of each skull shot out intense beams of energy—pure death rays, carrying a malevolent property that corroded all life.

The dense beams of light shattered large swathes of the void, even distorting and swallowing the light itself.

In an instant, almost half of the sky was dyed a ghastly green, as if the underworld had descended upon the human world.

"Boom!"

The loud explosion was deafening.

The green beams of light collided with each spell; it was a clash of rules against rules, a confrontation of energies.

Most spells shatter and explode upon the slightest contact with it, transforming into a sky full of dazzling yet harmless elemental sparks.

Only a few spells with extremely robust structures broke through the barrier of the pillar of light and approached the gray cloud surrounding Kolklau.

Korcrawl's eyes were almost completely filled with green light. He opened his mouth as if to roar, but no sound came out.

The dozen or so giant skulls surrounding him roared in sync with him, their jaws agape and emitting even thicker, condensed beams of energy.

Dozens of beams of light intertwined, no longer shooting randomly, but forming a strange geometric array.

A powerful aura of magic surged forth, instantly forming a vast and terrifying invisible domain around Kolcro, his absolute territory.

With a gentle stir of the terrifying energy within the domain, all the spells that had broken through were shattered, like minced meat thrown into a meat grinder, instantly vanishing into nothingness.

At this moment, Kolcro felt as if he were in a dark, lush green ocean, with necromantic energy forming a huge vortex around him.

At the center of the vortex, he frantically devoured and shattered everything around him, whether it was matter, energy, or even his opponent's confidence.

This terrifying aura instilled fear in all the third-ring wizards in the surrounding area.

At least half of the wizards felt a sense of retreat, their faces turned pale, and they instinctively chose to back away, trying to distance themselves from death.

Even those standing on the illuminated stone pillars were drawn to the terrifying power displayed by Kolcrow, and all turned their gazes toward him.

Some eyes gleamed as they assessed the threat posed by this potential adversary;

Some people's expressions tightened slightly, clearly indicating that they were already secretly calculating their chances of winning against him and deducing various possibilities.

The battle on the field continued, but this time the roles were reversed, with Cole Klaue taking the lead.

Surrounded by a vast, ocean-like energy field, Kolcrow walked out step by step, each step feeling like it was stepping on everyone's hearts.

His long hair, which reached his ankles, was all raised high, like living seaweed, dancing freely behind him and around his body.

A chilling, bewitching light flickered in its green eyes.

Kolcrow raised his hand, a graceful and slow movement that carried an irresistible force.

Within the dark green energy field, countless fluorescent lights rose up; they were the dust of death.

In an instant, these faint lights converged and transformed into a gigantic green skeletal hand, blotting out the sky and the sun.

On the green bone hand, the aura of the Dharma Domain almost solidified into a chain, winding between the finger bones and emitting a rustling, illusory sound.

It swayed slightly, and the air crackled under the strain.

And its speed was astonishing, completely contradicting the bulky feel that a large object should have.

In the blink of an eye, a ball of light enveloped in a gray cloud was blasted apart with a loud bang.

The hidden third-ring wizard still had a look of fear and disbelief on his face.

The magical field surrounding him and the three layers of energy shield he had carefully prepared were as fragile as paper in front of that bone hand, and shattered completely.

With a muffled groan, his protective magic item shattered into powder, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, the blood spurting from his mouth drawing a mournful red line in the air.

The remaining wizarding geniuses who were still trying to contend with Kolcro were horrified when they saw this scene, and their last glimmer of hope was completely shattered.

Without a word, he immediately retreated, flashing with the lights of various speed-up and teleportation spells, wishing he had two more legs.

But their retreat speed couldn't keep up with the speed of the terrifying bone hand's swing; it was a deadly strike locked on by the mind.

One after another, figures flew across the scene, like fallen leaves swept up by a gale.

His aura dissipated, and his figure blurred and indistinct in mid-air; he had been forcibly teleported out of the arena.

All that remained were colorful orbs of light, proof of their defeat, which flew toward Kolcrow and became the spoils of this powerful being.