Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Another bug has arrived."

Colcrown's gaze swept over Dago, lingering briefly on the thick gray clouds surrounding him.

But it was only a brief stop.

It was the scrutiny of a high-predator over its prey, tinged with a certain nonchalant arrogance and indifference.

He had defeated more than one genius who was stronger and had a more brilliant record than Dago, and the remains of those people now wailed in the sea of ​​bones behind him as part of his collection.

"You're so weak that I don't even have the interest to kill you."

Colcrown yawned, looking lazily at Dagger, his fingertips flickering with pale green phosphorescence.

He said calmly, "However, I'm very interested in the method you used to rescue that little bug. Was it involving the application of spatial rules? Or some kind of high-explosive physical activation technique?"

"If you're willing to hand it over as a gift to please me..."

"Perhaps if I'm in a good mood, I might give you a seat."

This is charity, but also humiliation.

"Yeah?"

Dago answered casually, his gaze sweeping around as if calculating every inch of the battlefield.

At this moment, the colorful light curtain surrounding the Fairy Ancient City had completely shrunk to the vicinity of the central stone pillar, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of elemental overload.

Of the thirty-two stone pillars, a full twenty-six were lit up.

The radiance of the elements intertwined at the top of the stone pillars, illuminating faces that were either fervent or desperate.

Some battles are taking place, and the struggle has clearly entered its final, intense stage, with people falling from grace every second.

The four unlit stone pillars that Kolcrow seized were like four monuments waiting to be conquered.

Like the last piece of fat meat, they attracted a large number of remaining wizarding geniuses, their eyes filled with a mixture of greed and fear.

If it weren't for the fact that Kolcrow had just displayed his domineering and aggressive side, driving out many powerful opponents and turning this place into an absolute no-go zone.

By now, these people have probably swarmed in and overwhelmed this arrogant necromancer with sheer numbers.

"Some things taste better when you get them yourself."

Dago’s voice was as calm as if he were stating a truth.

"and,"

Dago looked at Colcrown in front of him, his right hand gently stroking his chest.

There, the heart was beating at a strange rhythm, pumping out an astonishing flow of heat.

"I don't really want to... sit alongside you!"

Done.

Dago suddenly took a step forward.

This step shattered the tranquility in the air.

The silver light shimmered, and the distance in space was folded beneath his feet.

He appeared in Kolcrow's field as if he had teleported, a visual residual caused by extreme speed.

Colcrown looked up at him, a wide, exaggerated laugh spreading across his pale, handsome face, as if he had seen something extremely amusing.

"They actually came to us willingly; how adorably foolish!"

He suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers spread wide, as if he wanted to shatter the sky.

Two enormous bony arms emerged from the eerie green energy field, each bony finger entwined with the howls of vengeful spirits.

With terrifying and unparalleled power, the bone arm tore through large swathes of the void, creating visible ripples, and slammed down on Dago's clasped hands.

The scene resembled an ancient, bone-carved giant reaching out to swat a presumptuous mosquito.

The strong wind generated by the giant bone hand whipped at Dago's hair, making his cheeks sting.

Dago's gaze remained unchanged, as calm and undisturbed as a winter lake.

But a burst of intense golden light ignited from that deep blue expanse.

That was the manifestation of spiritual power, a phenomenon of the burning of soul power.

It transformed into scorching, rolling magma, boiling within his mental space!

[The Evolutionary Trait of the Gray Sun Meditation Method - The Radiant Sun]!

Dago spread his arms, and a pale golden spiritual energy field emanated from his body, forcibly repelling the surrounding negative energy particles.

In an instant, countless mysterious energies surged forth from his body, a hymn of perfect resonance between soul and spirit.

Pure white ice blades bursting from the ground, with deep blue veins crisscrossing and shimmering like the aurora borealis of the North.

The spinning ice ball exudes a strong sense of despair, and the roar of a blizzard is sealed inside.

A spear of ice crystals that pierces through everything, an indestructible iceberg barrier.

One ice spell after another was summoned around him, without chanting or hand gestures, simply through the flow of his thoughts.

Each one gives rise to an extraordinary domain of magic!

That was an initial touch on the rules, a rewriting of the definition of "ice".

Some have even reached the second level of Dharma resonance, almost approaching the third level!

The superposition of spell fluctuations of different frequencies resulted in a qualitative leap.

A terrifying frost rapidly expanded beneath the sky, instantly freezing even the moisture in the air into powder.

At this moment, all the wizards watching the battle were deeply moved, their expressions of detachment from the spectacle freezing on their faces.

They couldn't believe that someone could simultaneously master so many extraordinary spells; what kind of immense mental computing power would that require?

Five? Six? Or seven?!

This defies common sense; this phenomenon breaks the ironclad rules of wizard hierarchy!

There are countless numbers, because these spells all suddenly doubled after being summoned.

In the sky, the tall figure enveloped by two enormous bone hands appeared so small, yet so majestic.

Dozens of powerful ice spells floated densely around it, like stars surrounding the moon.

The extraordinary aura emanating from the domain almost merged into a torrent, an elemental tsunami powerful enough to overwhelm all obstacles!

At some point, all these methods suddenly vanished, as if they had never existed.

But this is not disappearance, but rather—transformation.

Immediately afterwards, exquisite octagonal snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Each snowflake was burning with blue and white flames, a "burning" state that appeared when the temperature reached its extreme.

A terrifying chill emanated from the area, slowing even the light passing through it.

Ice spikes are like a sea, like a forest of slaughter; frost is like a waterfall, like a frozen curtain; ice flames are like flowers, like the blooming of death.

A deep blue, dazzling, thorny, icy, and snowy kingdom has arrived!

This is a complete ecosystem, an absolute domain dominated by the will of Dago.

All that remained in the arena was the sound of Colcrown's disdainful sneer, a result of his inertia stemming from blind confidence in his own strength.

He still carried a hint of arrogant arrogance, as if he were the one who set the rules.

"Is this how you think you can contend with me?"

"Showy but impractical! Varied but not refined!"

"Just because of this?"

"This fragile vase-like aura is so delicate it could shatter at the slightest touch?!"

Within the snow-covered land surrounded by countless snowflakes, Dago slowly lowered his head.

Two enormous, ghastly green bone hands slammed and squeezed at him frantically.

The nascent, icy domain began to vibrate and shake, and fine cracks started to appear at its edges.

It felt as if, in the next second, this beautiful snow country would be shattered under the violent crushing force.

Dago, however, paid no attention and calmly looked down at Colcroll below.

There was no obsession with winning or losing in his eyes, only a yearning to verify the truth.

"Of course not."

Dago spoke, his voice cold and clear, like ice colliding.

Then he reached out, his five fingers forming a claw shape, and made a grasping motion in the air.

"All things can be returned to one."

"Click click click—"

The continuous sound of ice cracking echoed throughout the heavens and earth; it was the lament of the spatial structure being reorganized.

The endless chilling energy all converged towards a single point, as if there were an invisible black hole there.

The massive icy domain that Dago had just summoned collapsed rapidly toward his right palm in an instant.

In the blink of an eye.

Everything is icy cold.

Everything is dazzling.

All the energy and energy of the Dharma realm.

Those originally overwhelming power, those terrifying elemental torrents.

All of it converged in D'Ago's right hand.

It transformed into a huge, yet incomparably dazzling, deep blue ball of light.

A terrifying aura filled the heavens and the earth, and the surrounding void began to distort and collapse because it could not withstand this power.

The streams of light surrounding that deep blue sphere seemed capable of freezing and tearing the soul of anyone who looked directly at it!

"You are very lucky."

Dago's voice seemed to come from another dimension.

"To be the first to experience this newly created secret technique of mine!"

A bewitching golden-blue flame flickered in Dago's eyes, a fusion of reason and madness.

His hair danced in the wind as he took a deep breath, as if he were holding up a world.

He slowly pressed the ball of light in his hand down onto Kolcrow below.

The movements were slow, yet carried an irresistible sense of destiny.

"The Secret Technique—[Dago Heca's—Winter Star in His Palm]!"