Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago remained expressionless, his fingertips lightly touching the frozen void before him.

"Click."

A crisp sound, like exquisite porcelain disintegrating under the high pressure of the deep sea.

The smooth, glossy "winter goggles" shattered instantly.

The once breathtaking snow-covered landscape has now been transformed into countless irregular, shimmering fragments.

Terrifying spatial turbulence surged forth from the fissures like a burst dam.

On the platform, the dense shadows that were originally spread out like a black cloth were instantly "cut apart" by the sharp blade of space.

They turned into countless tattered pieces of cloth, tumbling and twisting in the turbulent current.

However, the number of shadows did not decrease as a result.

Instead, they resembled an enraged swarm of ants, churning out more from the cracks of nothingness, layer upon layer, endlessly.

Dargo walked through this shattered torrent, oblivious to the storms that cut everything in their path.

His body began to change, and his bones made a sickening popping sound under his skin.

His body grew taller inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a small giant.

Pure black lightning bolts shot out from his ashen skin, like writhing black snakes.

His muscles were bulging, and his veins stood out like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, exuding an explosive sense of power.

[Blue Demon's Body: Utter Despair.]

"Rip—"

A sharp, piercing sound, like tearing silk, suddenly rang out from his left.

Without any hesitation, Dago raised his hand and threw a punch.

Physical Body Seal [Cold Element].

Complex and obscure black runes danced wildly between his fingers and palms, carrying an ancient and savage aura.

"Boom!"

Where the fist struck, the space collapsed instantly.

The light was distorted into bizarre arcs by the violent gravity.

A black magic scythe, hidden in the shadows and about to slash diagonally, was shattered by this punch.

The black residue scattered like fireworks.

But this was merely a feint.

Behind them, an extremely cold, putrid stench rushed towards them.

Without even looking, Dago twisted his body, swung his arm, and slashed horizontally.

Silver titanium metal instantly enveloped his entire right arm, transforming it into the hardest arm armor.

"clang!"

A loud clang of metal clashing rang out, sending sparks flying.

What collided with him was a black bird claw as big as an adult.

The bird's claws had six toes, the skin of which was as dry as old tree bark, but the fingertips gleamed with an eerie, sharp luster like red diamonds.

The titanium's defenses were easily torn apart like paper at this moment.

The mental field shattered before it could even react.

The bird's claws slashed fiercely across Dago's chest.

Deep, bone-revealing scratches instantly appeared, flesh torn open, and blood was frozen by the chill before it could flow.

Dago seemed completely oblivious to the excruciating pain of his body being torn apart.

His face contorted in a ferocious expression, and with a swift backhand, he seized the strange, grotesque giant bird's claw.

That's the tactile sensation of a physical object.

"Got you!"

He growled and strained his arms, trying to pull out what was hidden in the shadows.

"Bang!"

The bird claw in his hand suddenly exploded, turning into countless black wisps of mist that slipped through his fingers.

Dago missed.

The next moment, Ang's figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness dozens of meters away.

His black robes billowed, and he wore that nauseatingly elegant smile.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

A sound filled with remembrance and sighs echoed across the empty platform.

"Who would have thought that the little wandering wizard from back then would have grown to such a height?"

"What a perfect body, full of wild and powerful beauty."

"I am so proud of you, dear Dago."

Ang continued to speak and sigh, his tone rising and falling, like an artist reciting poetry.

If you didn't see the scene of life-and-death struggle, and only listened to the sounds, you might think that it was two long-lost friends catching up.

However, his attacks on Dago never ceased.

The Crow's Claws appear and disappear unpredictably in the shadows, like a persistent, insidious infection.

Each attack was accompanied by extremely subtle energy fluctuations, some real and some fake.

Ang perfectly inherited the treacherous and cunning bloodline and temperament of the ancient fallen raven.

He is a master of weaving "conspiracies" and a devil who manipulates people's hearts.

Countless false signals flooded towards Dago.

There was a sound of wind on the left, a heat source on the right, a gathering of spiritual energy above, and shadows wriggling beneath my feet.

Dago's immense mental power was like a fishing net cast into the ocean, yet he could never catch that slippery, poisonous fish.

The only biological instincts we can rely on are also completely disrupted by these "information" that is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

He didn't know which fluctuation was a fatal blow, or which was just Ang's cruel joke.

He was like a blindfolded, trapped beast, manipulated by Ang.

"call--"

Dago stood in the void at the center of the platform, his chest heaving violently.

He tried to regulate his breathing rhythm, attempting to cool down his boiling blood.

On the majestic and imposing body of the ancient demon, the hideous wound on its chest was writhing and slowly healing.

The injury itself is not fatal; the body's regenerative capacity is sufficient to cope.

However, the Despair Orb in the dantian that was maintaining its shape was rapidly depleting its energy.

Worse still, the entire platform was now completely swallowed up by the black night.

The light disappeared completely.

Dago could barely see anything outside; all he was surrounded by was endless darkness and oppression.

Ang's trail became increasingly elusive, as if he had melted into the darkness, omnipresent.

"no……"

Dago calmly analyzed the situation in his mind.

"If we continue to passively take hits like this, we'll eventually be worn down and killed."

"My energy reserves are far less than his; this is his home turf."

"Are we limited to indiscriminate, wide-range killing moves like [Winter Star in the Palm] or [Endless Vortex of the Sea of ​​Despair]?"

"Let's see if we can forcefully break through Ang's shadowy domain..."

Dago had not used these powerful spells before, not because he was holding back.

Rather, it was because he rationally judged that the effect might be negligible.

Ang was unlike any opponent he had ever faced before.

This guy is disgusting and sleazy.

He disdained a direct confrontation; he was like a patient carrion crow circling high in the sky.

He would use all sorts of insidious methods to gradually wear down his opponent's energy and will.

He will only land gracefully when his prey is exhausted and completely collapsed, then peck at its flesh and blood and enjoy his meal.

Dago had no doubt that the Winter Star in the Palm could tear through the shadows.

But what happens after it's torn open?

This will only accelerate its own energy consumption, bringing the crow one step closer to its meal.

However, premonition is one thing, but there seems to be no other way.

This deadlock must be broken.

Dago took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the negative emotions such as anxiety and anger that were gradually growing within him.

This was absolutely the most frustrating and disgusting battle he had ever experienced since embarking on his wizarding journey.

If I could catch Ang, even for just a moment...

and many more!

In a flash, a flash of inspiration struck Dago's mind like lightning.

The gears of thought whirred wildly, and an extremely audacious idea emerged.

"Soul aura can be disguised..."

"The fluctuations of magical energy can be concealed by shadows..."

"But the primal fear and greed that originate from the depths of their blood, those most primitive emotional fluctuations, cannot be completely concealed even by the Fallen Raven!"

The one percent of Behelit bloodline within his body felt slightly hot at this moment.

That was the arrogance and keen perception of an ancient overlord.

You can give it a try.

Even if we still can't pinpoint Ang's exact coordinates, we can at least induce him to reveal a weakness.

Just one flaw is enough.

Once he understood this, Dago's previously solemn expression instantly became calm and serene.

"Click click click—"

In the heavy darkness of the night, a series of rapid, clattering sounds emanated from Dago's body.

That was the sound of bones being remodeled.

He voluntarily extricated himself from the state of "complete despair".

The massive body began to shrink, and every muscle was rearranged according to new rules.

His height has dropped back to around 1.9 meters. Although he is still tall, he no longer appears bulky and clumsy.

Her figure became slender and well-proportioned, full of streamlined beauty.

Those exaggeratedly bulging veins all disappeared.

The cascading black hair quickly took on a deep, dark blue hue from the roots, resembling the color of the deep sea.

On the skin's surface, fine and hard dragon scale-like patterns grow and spread, covering the entire body.

at the same time.

Without a sound, the elegant and composed Ang slowly emerged in a certain spot in mid-air.

He even seemed to be holding a glass of scarlet wine out of thin air, gently swirling it in his hand.

This posture doesn't resemble a life-or-death struggle at all; it's more like enjoying an impromptu performance.

"let me see……"

Ang extended his pale fingers and gently stroked his smooth chin.

He looked down at Dago with a playful expression, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"What remarkable scheme is our dear little Dago preparing now?"

"Are you trying to turn into a slippery little snake and escape?"

At that moment, Dago's transformation was completely complete.

He stood in the void, his limbs outstretched.

Vast swathes of dark blue frost appeared out of thin air, transforming into solidified smoke.

The smoke, like sentient venomous snakes, obediently coiled around his tall and slender body, slowly moving about.

At this moment, he was almost completely overlapped with the faint, ethereal phantom of the Despairing Winter Dragon Beheilite behind him.

An indescribable aura of allure, wickedness, antiquity, and mystery emanated from him.

Three years have passed, filled with countless thrilling confrontations with Behelit's remaining consciousness.

Dago has learned how to perfectly control that one percent of the Despair Winter Dragon bloodline within him.

At this moment, this dormant power is fully awakened.

Ang looked at Dago's new form with great interest, his eyes filled with anticipation rather than wariness.

It's like looking at a novel toy.

Under Ang's unbridled gaze.

The boy, surrounded by countless wisps of dark blue frost, suddenly raised his head.

On that increasingly handsome, even somewhat eerie face, a pair of vertical blue-gold snake eyes coldly locked onto the figure above.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Ang narrowed his eyes, ignoring the chill in the gaze, and raised his glass with a smile, taking a small sip of wine.

"It tastes good."

At this moment, the boy below suddenly spoke calmly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it pierced through the layers of shadows and clearly entered Ang's eardrums.

"Did the ancient fallen raven bloodline within you ever tell you...?"

There was not a trace of emotion in Dago's voice.

"From ancient times to the present, your name..."

"It's always been on my cookbook."

"Well……"

Ang's gesture of raising his glass suddenly froze in mid-air.

For the first time, a hint of surprise and stiffness appeared on that face that always wore an elegant smile.

A certain instinct, originating from the depths of one's blood, stirred an uncontrollable tremor in response to this single sentence.

That's the instinctive fear that prey feels when facing its natural enemy.

In that instant, a surge of emotion arises.

A fierce light suddenly shot out from the boy's eyes below, like two sharp swords piercing the sky.

"Found you, Ang!"