Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The gray clouds surrounding Colcroll seemed to boil, expanding continuously until they almost covered a small patch of sky.

The crowd quickly dispersed in all directions, and many people began to rush toward the few remaining gray-white stone pillars.

Since this mountain is insurmountable, changing our goal is the greatest responsibility to those who seek truth. No one wants to become nourishment in the gray clouds for the sake of so-called "face".

At this stage of the battle, the fight for each seat is extremely difficult, but no matter how fierce the battles are under the other pillars, it is still better than being swatted and beaten like flies by Kolcrow here.

Kolcrow's power was too great; ordinary mid-ring three wizards were no match for him and would be shattered under his spells.

Top-tier lineage, top-tier strength, and top-tier talent... ultimately created a top-tier "monster" like Korcra!

"Barker, don't go!"

Amidst the chaos of people scattering like birds and beasts, urgent voices rang out, attempting to stop the foolish act of moths drawn to a flame.

But a figure surrounded by five huge, dazzling magical crystals rushed out, breaking through Kolcrow's magical field like a crystal blade, and constantly approaching Kolcrow's location.

The light emanating from the figure grew brighter and brighter, and the five spell crystals surrounding him spun faster and faster. However, his forward speed gradually slowed down, as if there were invisible walls in the air blocking his progress.

That was Kolklau's "domain," a viscous force field formed by high concentrations of negative energy particles, which was repelling the intrusion of all foreign energies.

"Click—"

A spell crystal shattered and exploded, and the figure broke through the "invisible wall" and rushed forward a distance.

It was a clash of rules, crude yet fiercely decisive.

His actions caught the attention of Kolcrow, who stopped chasing the fleeing wizards, turned around, and looked with interest at this unusual "rebel."

His gaze was like that of someone looking at a white mouse struggling desperately for survival, full of mockery and indifference.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The five magical crystals surrounding the figure moving against the flow exploded one after another, pushing his forward speed to its limit.

However, even after the power generated by the self-destruction of the five spell crystals was completely exhausted, there was still a distance of nearly five meters between him and Kolcro.

But those five meters are an insurmountable barrier.

At this point, the figure could no longer advance an inch.

He was completely trapped in an invisible quagmire, within the domain of Kolklau, where terrifying pressure surged from all directions like a tsunami, making it almost impossible for him to move.

That was an absolute suppression of mental power, as if the weight of the entire world was pressing down on his spine, causing his bones to groan in agony from the unbearable burden.

"I remember you."

With a smile, Colcrown walked towards the figure.

His steps were graceful, his robes fluttering in the gray clouds, as if Death himself were surveying his domain.

He was a handsome young man with blond hair and a resolute gaze. He wore a silver mask made of molten metal on his left cheek.

Beneath the mask, there seemed to be unspeakable pain and shame.

"Barker".

In the distance, Harvid, who was on the edge of the battle, looked grim, his eyes flashing.

It was a mixture of worry for his companions, anger at his own powerlessness, and a deep sense of dread about Korcraul's terrifying strength.

Beside him, several young wizards who were also members of the Progressive Society had similarly complicated expressions.

They couldn't bear to see Barker in trouble, but neither had the courage nor the ability to come to his rescue.

In the wizarding world, impulsiveness often means death, and reason tells them that going up is just suicide.

"You escaped from that battle."

Energy surged around Kolcrow, and green light condensed into a bone hand, a materialized curse formed from the wails of countless wronged souls.

It reached out, grabbed the blond youth by the neck, and slowly lifted him up.

"I never expected you would have the courage to challenge me again."

"It's not a challenge..." Barker's voice was strained from suffocation, his legs kicking weakly in the air, yet strangely calm and resolute.

That was the resolute determination that came after a heart utterly dead.

"It's revenge."

The silver metal mask on his face fell off with a crisp sound, revealing half of his face, pitted and grotesque as if corroded by a deadly poison.

It was no longer human skin, but rather like melted wax, red and black, still oozing pus—a "gift" left to him by Colcrown.

"That's even more ridiculous!"

Colecrown shook his head, looking at Barker in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming indifferent and cold.

The bone hand cracked, and Barker's face visibly paled, as if his soul was being rapidly sucked away, and the flame of his life flickered and was about to go out in the wind.

Just then, a beam of light, interwoven with ice blue and silver, accompanied by a terrifying low whistle, tore through layers of the domain and arrived like lightning.

The whistling sound was extremely sharp; it was not due to air vibration, but rather a sonic boom generated by high-density energy particles forcibly cutting through the force field!

Kolcrow caught the chilling killing intent, his face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression, and he whirled around as a huge green bone hand rose in sync with his movement, grabbing at the sudden beam of light.

That was an instinctive defense, the reaction speed of a top-tier expert.

"Bang!"

The light, a blend of emerald green and silvery white, was instantly shattered by the bone hand, the aftershocks of energy spreading outwards and dispersing some of the surrounding gray clouds.

At the same time, a tall and slender figure covered in silver-white metal appeared instantly beside Kolcrow.

We passed each other by silently.

Korcrat turned his head abruptly, startled and uncertain, only to see a pair of cold, deep blue eyes glancing at him.

There was no murderous intent in those eyes, only absolute rationality and calmness, as if they were calculating how to dissect the prey in the most efficient way.

Several skeletal hands quickly materialized, carrying a malevolent aura that corroded everything, and lunged at the figure, only to grasp at empty air.

The afterimage dissipated, leaving only a faint, cool metallic scent in the air.

Not only that, but the blond youth he had previously held in his hand also disappeared along with him.

It was as if it had never existed.

Colcrown's face quickly darkened.

His prized "domain" was intruded upon and left as if it were nothing, which was the greatest provocation to his strength.

"Whoosh—"

Two figures suddenly appeared on the edge of the battlefield, which was ruled by the Kolclaw Domain.

Encased in titanium, his streamlined metallic muscles exuded a powerful beauty, with only his eyes visible as Dargo gently released his grip on Barker's hand.

"Dago..."

Barker looked dazed, panting heavily, greedily inhaling every breath of fresh air.

Both the sudden arrival of Dago and the fact that he had rescued him from Colcroll's clutches were somewhat unbelievable.

This completely overturned his understanding of the strength of wizards of his generation.

Dago handed the metal mask to Barker, which he had grabbed in the instant he saved the man.

He gently moved his body, striking the titanium objects together to produce a soft, ringing sound. This was him adjusting his body's functions to bring himself to peak combat condition.

"This is too much for you, Barker..."

Dargo's voice came through the visor, carrying a metallic quality, calm and objective.

"Next,"

"Leave it to me."

There were no grand pronouncements, just a statement of fact.

Barker froze, staring at the metal mask in his hand, his fingertips touching the cold metal, speechless for a moment.

All the resentment, anger, and humiliation turned into a complex silence at this moment.

Dago had already turned his back to him, stepping through the void one step at a time, and was walking back towards Kolklau.

With each step he takes, a visible ripple spreads through the air beneath his feet, a sign that he is accumulating "momentum".

......

"call--"

Claire landed quickly and appeared next to Harved and several other members of the Progressive Society.

The wind pressure ruffled everyone's robes.

"Is that Dago Heca, a Thorn Ring Wizard like Barker?"

It was only after Harved and the others recovered from the surprise of Barker's sudden rescue that they realized the identity of the person who had saved Barker, seeing Claire appear almost simultaneously with him.

"right."

Claire nodded, her gaze fixed on the silver-white figure in the distance, a strange light gleaming in her eyes.

"You actually went and protected his promotion?"

Harved looked at Claire with disbelief and a strange expression.

Is that strange?

Claire shrugged, a knowing smile playing on her lips, and replied casually, "If you knew what he did... you wouldn't be surprised."

"What did he do?"

Harvid frowned, unable to suppress his curiosity.

He clearly remembered that when this young wizard of the Thorn Ring, personally introduced by Buckle, joined the Progressive Society, Claire was the first to object, and even brought it up with him many times afterward.

The fact that he would now defend the other party and accompany them was such a dramatic change in attitude that it was simply unbelievable to Harvid.

next second.

Claire's calm answer shocked Harved and the other members of the Progressive Society around him, leaving them momentarily dazed and lost in thought.

Claire said.

"He killed the skeleton death knell mammoth Flint."

"And this was before I had even advanced to the third ring of wizardry."