Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"hiss--"

Something seemed to be surging rapidly within the dense shadows, and a terrifying, sharp intent, as if to cleave the soul in two, shot out from the shadows.

Space seemed to be sliced ​​open by an invisible blade, the black cracks like the spitting tongues of a venomous snake, swift and deadly.

A huge, blade-like, jet-black wing silently slashed towards Dago's neck.

The air didn't even have time to explode; even the wind was cut off by this bizarre, rapid movement.

Only the bone-chilling cold first stung the skin on Dago's neck, causing goosebumps to spring up wildly.

There were no signs, and nothing could stop it.

This attack exceeded the limits of retinal detection; only the instinct for death screamed madly.

"Was it this method that injured Gehrman and Venus?"

The thought exploded in his mind, and Dago's pupils suddenly contracted.

He took a deep breath, and as his chest heaved, the blood crystals in his heart pumped out a thunderous sound.

The endless frost around him converged upon him.

After Beheilite's bloodline was activated, Dago's control over ice energy reached an unprecedented level.

Without the aid of spells or even the guidance of mental power, his innate instincts allow him to control the coldness of the world with ease!

The ice elements that were originally floating in the air now all submitted to that ancient will, instantly condensing into solid, extremely cold particles.

Moreover, this frost, mobilized by the power of bloodline, is thicker and more powerful than frost formed by pure magic, with its icy power extending to a deeper level.

It can withstand the power of Ang's ancient fallen raven.

Only the old can fight against the old!

"In my palm...Winter Star!"

The deep incantation was squeezed out from between his teeth, each syllable carrying the crisp sound of ice shards falling to the ground.

With his dark blue hair flying high, Dago clasped his hands together, and numerous dragon-scale-like runes lit up his slender, alluring body covered in titanium.

The runes seemed to come alive, roaming and breathing across his pale skin, exhaling and inhaling the ancient chill.

The vast snow kingdom began to shrink, and [Beheilite's Frosty Wasteland] rapidly converged upon his body.

The raging snowstorm ceased its fury and transformed into the purest energy, collapsing towards that frail body.

The extraordinary power of the Dharma Domain, which forms the foundation, skeleton, and veins of the entire domain, formed layers of dark blue solid ice around Dago's body, eventually forming a magnificent and enormous dark blue ice sphere that enveloped his entire body.

The surface of the ice hockey puck is covered with intricate and obscure star patterns, like a miniature, desolate planet.

Compared to the first time he used [Winter Star in the Palm], this time the [Winter Star in the Palm] was not compressed enough and far from meeting the requirement of being condensed in the palm, but the entire compression process was more perfect.

Within the 【Palm of Winter Star】, the Dharma Domains meshed tightly like gears, forming an indestructible absolute defensive domain that firmly held back the blade-like black wings before they could slash down.

"Click-clack—buzz—"

The sickening cutting sound echoed through the sky. Mars did not exist; only darkness and ice madly eroded each other.

The jet-black wings cleaved through the ice ball, encountering tremendous resistance halfway through, emitting a sharp, piercing sound.

The black shadows, like strong acid, tried to corrode the ice; while the dark blue frost, like a living thing, frantically froze the shadows.

Dago's eyes flashed with the cold glint of a hunter seeing his prey fall into a trap.

He spread his arms outwards, his muscles tense, and his veins bulging like coiled dragons.

The condensed ice sphere shattered, and all the fragments turned into a dark blue torrent that tore apart the wings and swept fiercely toward a certain location in the void.

It was as if an ancient, unmelting glacier had shattered, and the void had become as fragile as paper, revealing large patches of fragmented traces under the terrifying, ancient, and frigid aura.

Spatial turbulence was frozen into amber, and light was refracted into fragments.

After the shadows were quickly "washed away," Ang's figure appeared.

He stood at the end of the torrent, his clothes fluttering, yet he remained as steadfast as a rock in a storm.

Faced with Dago's attack, he showed little expression on his face, simply calmly folding his outstretched wings in front of him.

The enormous black wings, like two gates of hell, slowly closed.

"boom--"

The rushing glacier crashed violently against the wings, completely engulfing Ang's figure.

Dark blue and pitch black intertwined, unleashing a destructive energy storm that completely sucked away the surrounding air.

As all the commotion subsided and night fell, Ang emerged unharmed from the center of the turbulent energy.

Lotus blossoms bloom beneath my feet, each step revealing a black flower of death.

"That's enough, little Dago."

Ang spoke softly with a calm expression.

The tone was as gentle as a whisper in a lover's ear, but the content was so cruel it was chilling.

At that moment, all the shadows that shrouded the sky surged toward Ang.

Light died completely at that moment.

He was completely enveloped by the "night".

It wasn't ordinary darkness, but some kind of viscous, textured fluid, like tar.

When the darkness becomes too dense, a touch of scarlet emerges.

Like a drop of blood falling into ink, it is eerie and glaring.

Vast swaths of shadow slid down Ang's body like the finest black silk. Behind the shadows lay a magnificent suit of armor, as black as night, adorned with runes that flowed like blood.

The armor clung tightly to his body, like a second skin, exuding an ancient, noble, and decadent aura.

At this moment, Ang and Dago looked remarkably alike when they first met.

With black hair, crimson eyes, armor, a cloak, and the phantom of an ancient fallen raven surrounding him, he resembled an evil, twisted, pitch-black sun, exuding a terrifying aura that could corrupt one's soul.

"The most wonderful thing about sowing a seed is waiting for it to sprout, grow, and finally be harvested."

Ang raised one hand; his fingers were long and slender, white, and looked even more beautiful than a woman's hands.

The fingertips gently caressed it, as if playing with the most precious work of art in the world.

He muttered to himself as he looked at his fingernails, where a dark glint was slowly emerging.

That tiny point of black light, though small, seemed like a black hole that devoured everything.

In an instant, all the light in this world seemed to be absorbed into this point.

The world around us lost its color, leaving only a monotonous gray and white.

The sky quickly darkened, and the lingering energy streams in the sky above the Fairy City ruins seemed to lose all their color, while the sun's rays also dimmed rapidly.

A sense of oppression, originating from the depths of the soul, shrouded everyone's heart.

In the blink of an eye, this world seemed to transition from day to night.

The world seemed to have had its lights forcibly turned off by an invisible hand.

The change in the celestial phenomena moved countless people. At this moment, the spell that Ang was accumulating was so terrifying that it almost surpassed the [Endless Vortex of the Sea of ​​Despair] that Dago had used to defeat Evaque.

The rules trembled, and the elements wailed.

A familiar, terrifying aura flowed from Ang's fingertips, clearer and more intense than anything anyone had ever felt before.

"Another prodigy who keeps touching the edge of the realm of miracles."

In the void, the miracle wizard of the Emerald Court was shocked and sighed in disbelief, "What's wrong with the South? How can this land, which has always been known for its barrenness and backwardness, keep producing geniuses of this caliber?"

"Just how far has this guy's integration with the ancient Fallen Raven bloodline progressed?"

The black light between his fingers grew larger and larger, like a distorted black sun, which was being slowly lifted up by Ang.

The edge of the black sun radiated black tendrils like prominences, and each pulsation caused the space to collapse.

All light was stolen by him, making Ang appear as if he were the true lord of the night.

He stood in the darkness of the sun, his expression indifferent, like a god looking down upon ants.

"Thank you for this last bit of fun you gave me before I left the South, Dago."

Ang looked down at Dago, a peaceful smile on his face. "Wave goodbye to this world. As a reward, I will preserve a trace of your remnant soul and seal it away carefully."

There was no murderous intent in that smile, only the sense that it was perfectly natural to reap the rewards.

Just like a farmer harvesting wheat, he doesn't hate the wheat.

Having said that, Ang, like a high and mighty monarch, with a compassionate and benevolent gesture, gently tossed the black light between his fingers toward Dago.

The action was gentle, yet it delivered a death sentence.

The distorted black sun silently rolled towards Dago, carrying a terrifying aura that seemed to devour and corrupt everything.

It made no sound, because it swallowed up sound as well.

Dago watched as Ang's figure transformed into an endless black curtain, as if it were about to completely obscure his entire world.

There was nowhere to escape, nowhere to avoid.

He stretched out one hand, fingers spread wide, looking dazed.

My fingertips were trembling, not from fear, but from excitement.

It was as if she was speaking to Ang, or as if she were talking to herself.

"This is what I've been looking forward to."

"Yes, this very moment."

The whispered voice faded away.

Dago also seemed to snap out of his brief daze, and his whole being exuded an unprecedented and immense calm.

That calm was the deathly stillness at the eye of the storm, the oppressive stillness before a volcanic eruption.

Several extraordinary auras rose from his body like clouds and smoke, surging out and rapidly merging.

The frost of yesteryear rises upwards!

Countless black and blue lines were drawn in the air, outlining a huge, ancient, and ferocious dragon head, which merged completely with the phantom soul that appeared behind Dago, becoming indistinguishable from one another.

The interplay of reality and illusion, the unity of spirit and flesh.

A huge dragon head is almost completely and clearly revealed, with every scale, every texture, and every ancient mark lifelike, as if the true frost overlord of despair has descended.

The moment the enormous dragon head, which had almost solidified into a tangible form, suddenly opened its tightly closed eyes, an unprecedentedly intense sense of miracle was released.

Those eyes had no pupils, only two swirling abysses.

Thick, dark blue lightning bolts, resembling tree branches, suddenly descended from the sky. The ancient overlord "awakened" from the river of time, opened its mouth, and let out a silent roar.

Space collapsed completely beneath this opening, forming a massive black hole.

It bit down hard at the twisted black sun, as if it wanted to swallow the whole sun whole!

Three years later.

The [Desperate Winter Dragon's Death Gaze], formed by the fusion of the three realms, has undergone a transformation.

A maniacal smile curled at the corners of Dago's lips, and the blue-gold light in his eyes burned like fire.

Now, this is the fusion of the four domains—[The Devouring Bite of the Desperate Winter Dragon]!