Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Toxin-infested skin!"

At the center of the energy vortex, which resembled a vast ocean, Kolklau, with his hair hanging down to his ankles like seaweed, had a ferocious face and let out a shrill roar that sounded like the howls of countless ghosts.

In an instant, terrifying magical fluctuations emanated from his body. Countless twisted runes, writhing like earthworms, rapidly lit up the pale, corpse-like skin of Kolcrow's entire body.

Large swaths of dark green light "fell" from Andariel's body. As soon as these thick, paste-like dark green lights came into contact with the air, they quickly began to corrode the void.

It made a sizzling sound.

The once stable spatial structure now resembled a painting splashed with strong acid, its colors mottled, even revealing the dark and deep turbulent layer behind it.

Even through spatial distance and protective arrays, a sensation called "dissolution" still crept into everyone's eyes, bringing an incredibly intense sense of palpitation.

The devastation of the battlefield was reflected in Dago's pupils.

Andariel's feet were covered with broken bones, the pale bone fragments jagged and uneven, with wisps of black smoke rising from the broken parts.

That was his trump card, the four-armed, winged skeletal giant that had withstood the [Winter Star in the Palm] attack in the first round without breaking.

At this moment, however, it has turned into a pile of waste.

Dago's eyes flickered, and the muscles around his eyes twitched slightly.

Although Korklau is arrogant, foolish, and like a madman, his malice and necromancy, which come from the depths of his soul, are absolutely top-tier.

Who exactly is this person?

For a necromancer, the destruction of their natal undead servant, nurtured with the blood and flesh of countless living beings, is not only a loss of combat power but also a tearing apart of the soul.

It's like a snake whose fangs have been pulled out, or an eagle whose wings have been broken.

Even if Korklau wins this battle by sheer luck, he will fall out of the top tier. On the cruel path of pursuing truth, he will be a useless person.

Large chunks of dark green magical energy swayed with a beautiful yet terrifying radiance, like crystal potion bottles that had fallen to the ground, splattering deadly poison in all directions.

The poisonous fog was thick, and the light was distorted.

Amidst this mysterious and tragic scene, a figure appeared eerily in the void.

There was no sign of any spatial fluctuation, as if it had always been there, only now allowing mortals to see it.

A giant black wolf, over five meters tall, with a semi-transparent, ethereal body, was not engulfed in mortal fire, but rather covered in a layer of deep blue, chilling light that seemed capable of freezing thought.

This flame has no temperature, only endless depth.

"Aww—"

The giant wolf looked up and howled.

The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like it was exploding directly inside everyone's skull.

It is ancient and desolate, carrying a strong sense of antiquity and vastness, as if it were a call from the barbaric era ten thousand years ago.

Dago's body trembled slightly, and the protective spells within his mental space instantly activated, barely managing to counteract the shock that made his soul tremble.

We finally found it.

The source that had always made him uneasy.

The next moment, the semi-transparent black giant wolf bent its limbs slightly and began to run in this area full of poison and corrosion.

It did not step on the ground, but rather followed some strange rhythm.

The surrounding void emanated a terrifying dark green light, and the deadly poison that could easily melt a third-ring wizard's shield passed right through the giant wolf the moment it touched its body.

It's as if the two exist in different dimensions.

The deadly poisons of the material world cannot touch the soul of the traveler.

It seemed to ignore everything, moving independently through another space, its pair of deep blue eyes fixed on the frantically releasing energy of Kolcrow.

As they approached Andariel, the giant black wolf leaped high into the air.

There was no bloodshed from fangs tearing flesh, only the crushing of pure energy.

"boom!"

A violent surge of energy suddenly erupted, not a burst of fire, but a pure white shockwave of the soul.

The blinding light caused everyone to squint involuntarily; it was a visual whitening effect produced by the soul under extreme stress.

The protective shield of the entire fighting arena was buzzing violently and creaking under the strain.

When all the light fades.

The platform was deathly silent.

The dark green venom that had been flying everywhere disappeared, and the hideous runes dimmed and went out.

Colcrown knelt on the ground, his knees sinking deep into the stone slab.

His face was blank, and he stared at a certain spot with a shocked expression. His eyes, which were originally full of resentment and madness, were now empty.

He reached out his hand tremblingly, as if trying to grasp something that was slipping away.

next second.

"Thump."

He fell straight forward, like a piece of withered wood.

Kolcrow was not dead, but everyone on the stone pillar could feel that although the flame of his life was still burning, his soul aura was like a candle flickering in the wind, rapidly weakening to the extreme.

Half of his soul was "bitten" off by that blow.

In front of him where he fell, a figure stood calmly.

He was a strong young man with a bronze complexion, wearing a robe made of strange animal skin, and a necklace of bones and teeth from an unknown creature around his neck.

He didn't look at his fallen opponent, but instead reached out a hand and gently stroked the blue light spots that were gradually dissipating in the air beside him, as if comforting a pet beast that had completed its hunt.

Ancient spirit witch, Evaqui!

Dago's pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers, resting on his knees, unconsciously tapped the surface of the stone pillar.

At this moment, he was surrounded by a cacophony of excited chatter, far exceeding the level of his previous battle with Jupiter.

It was truly shocking and completely unexpected!

There was no dazzling exchange of spells, no lengthy probing, just a single strike.

Ignore defenses and strike at the source.

Even Dago's expression turned serious, and the simulated battlefield in his mind instantly collapsed and was rebuilt.

As fellow top-tier talents, he always felt that apart from Michael, whom he found most unfathomable, the differences between the others were only slight.

But Evaque shattered his perception.

Korklau was like a child wielding a big stick but unable to hit a shadow in front of him. In the end, he was severely injured and defeated with just a simple lunge.