Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

A deathly silence, like a plague, spread wildly through every corner of the circular stands.

Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on the scene, their pupils dilating as if they were witnessing the collapse of truth.

Venus, the genius who was considered a favorite to win the championship and stood at the pinnacle of his generation, did not even escape with a trace of his soul.

Just now, he was like a stroke of ink that had been wiped away, completely swallowed up by that eerie darkness.

The culprit was none other than Ang, who had always been silent and unremarkable in the corner.

Despite being in the mid-stage of the Third Ring Road, it possesses a terrifying foundation that makes even the soul tremble.

The platform was completely shrouded in thick, inky shadows, where light was distorted and swallowed up.

Dago stood in the center of the darkness, his chest heaving.

At the heart, the bloodline crystal embedded in flesh and blood was throbbing wildly.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Each beat felt like a heavy hammer striking deep into the eardrum.

As blood was pumped, countless ancient and obscure fragments of memory flowed upstream along the blood vessels, washing over Dago's cerebral cortex.

That is a legacy originating from the depths of Beheilite's bloodline.

Ancient images flashed through my mind.

A creature called the Ancient Fallen Raven soars high in those faded memories.

They nest in fear, feed on chaos, are cunning and treacherous, and are despised by the gods.

Dago inhaled slowly, the cold air filling his lungs, carrying a rusty, bloody smell.

Countless images of Ang flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

Those past interactions, conversations, and even unintentional glances now take on an eerie quality.

But he was not overwhelmed by this sudden truth.

All emotions—surprise, doubt, and fear—were frozen by the ice of reason, sinking into the deepest darkness of the heart.

Only one emotion was stripped away.

That was the will to fight.

It transformed into scorching magma, surging beneath the earth's crust and igniting every cell in Dago's body.

"I have indeed been looking forward to this for a long time."

Dago slowly raised his head, his voice so calm that it was completely undisturbed.

The once clear, deep blue pupils are now undergoing an astonishing transformation.

A bewitching blue-gold color exploded from the center of the pupil, quickly spreading to the entire eyeball.

A sudden gust of wind arose.

Her black hair, cascading down her back like a waterfall, flew high, drawing a mournful arc in the darkness.

The robes fluttered in the wind, as if beneath them lay an ice volcano about to erupt.

A torrent of cold air surged from beneath his feet, and white frost flowers spread and grew at an alarming rate across the dark ground.

"Click, click..."

The moisture in the air was instantly frozen, producing a teeth-grinding sound.

In a daze, the shadow behind Dago began to twist and writhe.

A colossal, phantom-like image of a despairing winter dragon slowly raised its head from the abyss-like darkness.

Its cold, vertical pupils, carrying the majesty of an ancient overlord, were fixed on the shadowy, faintly visible raven in the sky.

The deep roar of the dragon echoed in the void, shaking every inch of space.

Faced with this overwhelming pressure, Ang simply smiled slightly.

At this moment, he was suspended in mid-air, his black robes fluttering.

The upward curve of his lips carried a hint of mockery and elegance, like an opera singer about to take his final bow.

He raised his hand and performed an impeccable aristocratic gesture.

The voice was like a poet's lament, carrying a chilling tenderness.

"Dedicated to my beloved Dago Heca, after the frosty night."

Before he finished speaking, the dark wings on his back trembled slightly.

Like ink dripping into the ocean, he silently melted into the darkness, which was deeper than the night itself.

Disappeared.

Completely disappeared.

"The Eye of Truth!"

Dago silently recited the mantra, and a blinding white light instantly flashed in his eyes.

Spiritual energy intertwined wildly between his brows, weaving an intricate and sacred eye pattern.

His gaze swept across the surroundings, and his spiritual power spread out in an overwhelming manner.

But all that came back was emptiness.

Even within the Eye of Truth, a vision capable of piercing through illusion, not a single trace of Ang could be found.

"Is it the innate talent of concealment bestowed by the bloodline of the ancient fallen raven?"

Dago frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Since we can't find it, there's no need to keep looking.

He simply withdrew his searching gaze and began to quickly trace lines in the air with his hands.

Since we can't see the enemy, let's turn this place into Dago's home turf.

One by one, the anchor points connecting the icy realm were awakened.

The chilling energy was piling up wildly, and the transcendent domain began to resonate.

Thick frost, centered on Dago, swept outwards like a white tsunami.

At the edge of the platform, ice crystals climbed up the void, as if trying to completely freeze this place.

Just then, the thick "night" overhead seemed to come alive, hanging down heavily.

Darkness and frost collide.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any intense energy clash.

Only silent consumption.

The darkness, like a greedy maw, silently swept across, swallowing every ray of light in Dago's sight.

"I remember,"

A voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Close at hand.

It felt as if Ang was pressed against the back of Dago's neck, his cold breath spraying against Dago's earlobe, accompanied by an intimate whisper.

Dago didn't even turn his head.

"With titanium!"

A low shout.

The silvery fluid metal instantly covered his entire right arm, transforming it into a sharp arm blade.

Azure flames of thawing ice rose from the sword's blade.

"Whoosh!"

A backhand strike.

It sliced ​​through the void with its titanium blade, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle.

The large shadow behind him was shattered by the sharp, interwoven silver and azure light.

Ang's voice abruptly stopped.

Did it miss?

Dago's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Back then you were still like a child, in the thorny path."

The next second, the sound came from directly in front of them.

Dago suddenly looked up.

Less than ten meters away from him, Ang stood quietly.

Dark wings spread out behind them, appearing and disappearing in the vast darkness.

He wore a smile, his eyes revealing a superior pity, much like a fallen angel in legends who turned his back on the light and embraced evil.

He stood there, so real.

But in Dago's mental perception, that location was a blank space.

There is not even resistance to airflow.

The stark disconnect between sight and perception is almost nauseating.

On the contrary, in an inconspicuous corner on the left, the super-strong perception detected an extremely faint abnormal fluctuation.

That was a precursor to the convergence of some kind of energy.

Dago's eyes flickered slightly, unmoved by the illusion before him.

Guided by consciousness, several resonant ice spells from the dual-domain system, which had been poised to unleash their power, transformed into streaks of light and shot rapidly toward the location from which the fluctuation originated.

"boom!"

A terrifying frost current pierced through the shadows and struck precisely in that direction.

A dull thud sounded, as if something had been shattered.

Did they catch them?

Dago's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he was about to press his advantage.

"Oh no... you found out!"

A slightly panicked yet playful voice suddenly rang out in my right ear.

Too close!

Dago felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end in an instant.

This is a deadly distance!

"stagnate!"

In that life-or-death moment, Dargo displayed astonishing reaction speed.

A wisp of spatial stagnation power instantly erupted from his body, spreading outwards through titanium, which covered the [Spatial Silver Ice].

The surrounding space seemed to have been paused, transforming into a smooth, flat mirror.

Taking advantage of this momentary lapse in concentration, Dago's figure blurred instantly.

Short-range spatial teleportation!

The next moment, his figure appeared in another corner dozens of meters away.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Dago gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath.

Between his palms, a point of intensely brilliant deep blue suddenly bloomed.

This is the final step.

All the spell anchors that had been laid before were activated at this moment.

The snow country has arrived!

Exquisite snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the previously dark platform.

Each snowflake carries a sharpness sharp enough to cut through steel.

Layer upon layer of ice spikes burst forth from the ground, from the void, and from all directions, while icy flames bloomed like flowers, transforming the entire platform into a deathly ice prison.

"hehe……"

A soft laugh rang out again, fleeting and uncertain.

Like an invisible crow, it flaps its wings across the cold night sky, mocking the boundless ice and snow.

Dago gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"Winter Mirrors!"

With that low shout, the snow kingdom that had just been created froze in an instant.

Countless blooming ice flowers, falling snowflakes, and rising ice flames were all frozen in this instant.

A terrifying force of spatial stasis permeated the entire platform, transforming it into a stunning, still "winter mirror."

This is absolute stillness; not even a speck of dust can move an inch.

however.

Dago's pupils contracted sharply.

The "night" spread high above the platform, those thick, inky shadows, were completely unaffected by the stagnant power of the space.

They fell down slowly and unstoppably, like smoke and flowing water.

Vast swathes of darkness are engulfing this still "winter mirror," shrouding everything in a black veil.

"Even the power to freeze space is ineffective?"

Dago's heart sank, his brain racing as he analyzed the illogical scene before him.

"Legend has it that the ancient fallen raven roamed the shadows, walking between reality and illusion, belonging neither to this world nor to the underworld..."

"It seems that Ang has inherited this core ability."

"Is this what gives him the courage to stand here...?"

The shadows are still falling, and the world is being swallowed by darkness.

But the blue-gold light in Dago's eyes burned even more intensely at this moment.