Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Countless crimson lightning bolts filled the entire fighting platform space, resembling thick crimson lightning snakes darting wildly, and a terrifying aura spread out in waves like a tide.

This is a celebration for thunder, and the trace of frost has vanished.

The vast snow kingdom, which had previously rivaled Thunder, now seemed to have collapsed and fallen.

The lightning spear, which seemed like divine punishment, was unleashed, and an eerie silence fell around the central platform. Many of the wizard geniuses participating in the ranking battle stood on the stone pillars with solemn expressions. As for the lower-level wizards, whose strength was generally at the first or second ring, many of them turned pale.

Even with protective arrays and spatial barriers, the visual impact alone still brought them a suffocating sense of oppression.

This was a terrifying power they could not even imagine; it seemed that even a single glance would injure and shatter their souls.

As time passed, Gehrman's figure gradually emerged from the rampaging lightning.

At this moment, Gehrman was surrounded by crimson lightning, and his majestic and domineering aura grew stronger. He raised his hand expressionlessly, and all the lightning in the platform space immediately obeyed his command, like loyal subjects at the beck and call of a monarch, all converging on one spot.

The void where that location was situated rapidly collapsed under the convergence of countless bolts of lightning. The crimson lightning transformed into thick lava, resembling rolling molten lava or dark blood, gradually condensing into a sphere.

The crimson lightning, which changed from blue to purple and then to red, was already terrifying, but now that it was compressed to its extreme, the power it released was even more terrifying.

Many people stared at the condensing dark red ball of lightning, their eyelids twitching wildly, and a feeling of palpitations constantly arose within them.

In some ways, the lightning sphere that Gehrman is currently controlling is even more terrifying than the divine lightning spear he previously unleashed.

Gehrman clearly intends to end everything.

However, at that moment, a loud explosion was heard.

The collapsing ball of lightning emitted continuous cracking sounds, and then began to expand again.

All eyes were focused on the lightning ball. Gehrman's eyes flickered slightly, and the exquisite bracelet engraved with a lightning pattern on his outstretched right wrist lit up as he closed his five fingers together.

The expanding ball of lightning, amplified by this power, abruptly shrank back, but only for less than a second.

"boom!"

The enormous ball of lightning exploded completely!

"Rip—"

Amidst a series of rapid tearing sounds, something fiercely ripped through the void, unleashing a torrent of lightning that seemed to cascade down like a waterfall, and suddenly emerged from the center of the explosion.

This was a blazing, robust, and imposing figure.

It was over two meters tall, with long black hair mixed with some dark blue that reached down to its waist, and thick, long, lightning-shaped white lights dancing on its powerful body.

An invisible and terrifying field emanated outwards, firmly blocking all the lightning.

Two large hands, entwined with thick black light, were clasped together in front of their chests, tightly grasping a ball of crimson, crystalline electricity that seemed to have solidified into a tangible form.

"Whoosh—"

On a stone pillar at the edge of the platform, a massive, fleshy demonic body suddenly stood up.

The appearance of this figure seemed to have greatly piqued Rufus's interest.

The latter stared intently at the spot where the figure stood, his eyes flashing, lost in thought.

"Crack—Boom!"

The imposing figure that suddenly appeared after breaking through the lightning sphere suddenly rubbed his hands together forcefully inward, as if crushing something. The electric sparks he was holding shattered instantly, exploding into countless crimson lightning bolts that enveloped the figure in an instant.

Gehrman narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw the figure, whose face he had been unable to discern, slowly raise its head, bathed in the rapidly fading lightning.

On his alluring face, with its prominent veins and numerous dragon-scale-like patterns on both sides of his cheeks, his lips moved slightly.

"That was a very powerful move; it almost killed me."

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an indescribable and terrifying aura exploded around Dago, instantly clearing away all the crimson lightning in the space.

The demonic, imposing figure vanished.

The next instant, it suddenly appeared less than five meters away from Gehrman!

[Blue Demon Body], Evolutionary Trait: "Complete Despair"!

In less than half a breath, Dago was right in front of Gehrman, and he could almost see Gehrman's trembling pupils.

He suddenly raised his hand and struck forward, the space between him and Gehrman collapsing instantly. A dense, black, despairing power tore through the air, like a ferocious, ancient serpent.

With a single bite, it pierced through Gehrman's mental field, causing the inherent magical defenses to explode layer by layer.

"Bang!"

Dago felt as if he had hit something, but Gehrman's figure suddenly exploded, turning into a streak of lightning and disappearing.

Dago did not show much fluctuation. In his "complete despair" state, his already keen senses had been amplified to an unbelievable level.

He didn't even need to use his mental energy to investigate; his fighting instincts immediately pinpointed Gehrman's location.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous roar, Dago transformed into a pure black bolt of lightning within the crimson lightning field, precisely striking a vague outline of Gehrman's figure in the void.

"Bang!"

With a single punch, Gehrman vanished once more, dissolving into scattered bolts of lightning.

Dago didn't seem to care and gently twisted his neck.

"Let's see how many more times you can escape!"

"boom--"

His figure vanished.

After a brief silence, the group of wizards watching suddenly erupted into a discussion that was even more intense than before.

Gehrman's strength was terrifying, but no one expected that Dago, who fought him, had an even more terrifying hidden fighting power.

"He withstood a lightning spell resonating with three levels of magical domains head-on without a scratch. Isn't he an ice mage? How come his most powerful spell is a life-modifying spell?!"

"Perhaps it's not a modified body, but some kind of powerful and ancient bloodline."

"What kind of bloodline can possess such terrifying physical strength? This person is too mysterious; I have never heard of his name before."

Countless people were talking about Dago, a stark contrast to the situation at the very beginning of the battle.

"Sizzle—"

At that moment, on the central platform, Dago drew a completely blurry streak of light and shadow in the void, appearing in the same location almost simultaneously with Gehrman's figure.

"I've got you."

The fist, enveloped in the power of despair, slammed out, tearing through layers of obstacles and piercing directly through Gehrman's chest the instant he landed.

"Um?!"

Dago's expression froze for a moment.

He pierced through Gehrman's body, but strangely, he felt no flesh or blood being touched.

His hand seemed to pass through a cloud of air without encountering any obstruction.

Dago stared at the spot where his right hand had landed, and saw the chest through which he had pierced Gehrman. Beneath the torn robe, his body rippled gently like silver water.

He sensed a familiar fluctuation of power.

As if lightning had flashed before his eyes, Dago blurted out.

"Space Mirror magic, no, it's the power of magical artifacts."

"Did Thunder Tower give you the Miracle-tier magical artifact it obtained from the Ancient Mirror Forest Secret Realm?"

Dago frowned slightly, then couldn't help but doubt himself: "No, your current strength shouldn't be enough to activate a Miracle-level artifact."

Yes, you're right.

Gehrman spoke calmly, but his voice came eerily from behind Dago.

"German," pierced through by Dago's bare hands, shattered silently, like a mirage.

Dago turned around quickly and saw Gehrman standing not far away, completely unharmed, with silver ripples emanating from his body, his figure seemingly existing between illusion and reality.