Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Two immense forces, enough to be called "miracle domains," collided fiercely in the center of the void.

At this moment, light loses its physical order.

The dim light seemed to be frantically kneaded by an invisible giant hand, and in the alternation of light and darkness, the world was like shattered glass.

The terrifying aura was like a tangible tsunami, roaring and pouring down.

The ancient runic array groaned under the strain, and the light barrier trembled violently, on the verge of collapse.

The void surrounding the central platform is covered with large, transparent folds, a sign that the spatial structure is groaning and twisting.

The onlookers felt a chill run from their tailbone straight to the top of their head.

Pupils dilate, breathing stops.

Countless people were momentarily stunned, their barriers of cognition ruthlessly shattered.

Is such a devastating force truly something that a formal wizard could achieve?

Even the legendary "miracles" are probably no more than this.

An even more absurd reality is before us: the two men fighting to the death on stage have not even reached the pinnacle of the three rings.

One is in the mid-stage of the Third Ring Road, and the other... is even more outrageous, in the early stage of the Third Ring Road!

"What a...huge chasm."

Among the crowd, many third-ring wizards looked ashen-faced, their Dao hearts cracking at that moment.

They couldn't understand where this vast difference came from among ascetics who were also seeking the truth.

On the towering stone pillar platform.

Gale, who had been immersed in her own world and seemed isolated from the world, finally moved.

He forcibly tore his gaze away from the magnificent winged unicorn beside him.

Their gaze fell upon the purgatory where the black sun and the winter dragon clashed.

His previously nonchalant face suddenly became solemn.

Beneath the shadow of the enormous tentacles, Vickers' handsome face was fragmented by the flickering firelight.

Deep within his eyes gleamed a profound light that others could not decipher, as if he were both speculating and wary.

Even the proud Michael, whose eyes seemed to reflect heaven, finally showed ripples.

Her gaze was like a sharp holy sword, piercing through the turbulent currents of energy.

It only lingered on Ang for a moment before, as if drawn by a magnet, locking onto another figure.

"The fusion of the four domains..."

"The forbidden power that infinitely touches the realm of miracles."

Michael parted his red lips slightly, his voice barely audible, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible trembling.

"You do possess... the qualities that make me take you seriously."

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling.

On her smooth, full forehead, a mysterious and intricate golden rune was faintly visible.

A divine radiance of gold and white burst forth from her pores, gathering in her palm.

His five fingers slowly tightened, as if he were holding an invisible bow.

ready.

"Even closer to a miracle than before... The bloodline of the Despairing Winter Dragon has actually been developed to this extent."

In the Void Stand, the Miracle Wizard from the Emerald Court stared blankly, his lips moving unconsciously.

The shock to his mind caused him to temporarily lose his ability to control his facial expressions.

In a daze, he felt as if he were in a gathering of the top monsters of the central continent, rather than the barren south.

"Dago Heca...if he doesn't die, if he can withstand the mad backlash of this ancient bloodline..."

"Given time, he will surely have a place on the throne in the central region."

He made no attempt to hide the amazement and admiration in his tone.

Before the words were even finished, a chill that seemed to originate from the depths of one's soul suddenly descended upon them.

The chill was cold and sticky, like a venomous snake crawling down my back.

The miracle wizard's words were stuck in his throat.

He turned his head stiffly, looking towards the source of the chill.

An old woman in a black robe was staring at him with a half-smile, her eyes as if she were looking at a dead man.

Then, the old woman cast her murky yet sharp gaze toward the battle below.

That's the look in a predator's eyes when scrutinizing its prey.

The wizard of the Emerald Court awoke with a start, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He almost forgot that ancient secret that had been buried for ages.

Despairing Winter Dragon and the bloodline inherited by the main family behind this old woman were mortal enemies in ancient times!

The price of a slip of the tongue could be one's life.

He smiled bitterly, shut his mouth tightly, and dared not utter another word.

On the field, the balance of victory is tilting.

When both forces have transcended the constraints of triple resonance, the only criterion for judgment is which one is closer to that elusive "miracle".

The facts are cruel and clear.

The combined power of the four domains of Dago surpasses that of Ang's Fallen Raven.

He once used [Extreme Frozen Sword Domain], [Ice Flame - Freeze Dissolution], and [Frozen Core] as a base to showcase [Desperate Winter Dragon's Death Gaze], a glimpse that transcends the river of time and summons the overlord of despair.

Now, all three forces are in a state of dual resonance.

It also incorporates the power of the [Winter Star in the Palm] domain, using frost as a wall to forge a snake head and dragon scales.

Four methods combined into one – [The Desperate Winter Dragon's Devouring Bite]!

The ancient, desperate phantom of the Winter Dragon opened its gigantic maw, ready to devour the heavens and earth.

The distorted black sun wailed and disintegrated within the dragon's mouth before being completely swallowed up.

The shadow of the winter dragon has a firm grip on the soul of the ancient fallen raven.

The old system of class-based suppression was now fully exposed.

Even though Dago's bloodline is as thin as silk, even though Ang has evolved the Wings of the Fallen Raven and mastered a deeper level of Fallen Raven power.

However, under the pressure of those in power, they still had to bow down and submit.

The black sun fell.

Ancient frost fell like a curtain, pulling the world into eternal extreme cold.

This coldness transcends the "Winter Mirror," reaching a despairing abyss where even concepts can be frozen.

Ang's movements became sluggish, as if he had been trapped in solidified amber.

His long hair, armor, and even his jet-black wings were covered with a thick layer of dark blue frost.

But he remained expressionless.

It was as if none of this had caused him any real harm.

Its wings suddenly spread, and the frost cracked with a piercing "crackling" sound.

A small shadow rose rapidly behind him, trying to pull him into another dimension.

It's too late.

Dago's figure, like a ghost, tore through space without warning and descended before him.

Two meters.

This is the distance to death.

Ang looked at the face so close to his own and was momentarily stunned.

He seemed surprised that his opponent could break through his defenses so easily.

But beneath this shock lies an even more insidious murderous intent.

Two jet-black wings, like scythes, silently emerged, one on the left and one on the right, cutting towards Dago's neck.

Dago ignored this.

His body swelled up in an instant, his bones cracked, and his muscles expanded.

"Complete despair".

The physical body seal [Icy Element] transformed into a jet-black light, enveloping those demonic hands.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two crisp sounds of metal clashing.

With a casual wave of his hand, Dago swept away the attacking wings.

He tilted his head slightly, just enough to avoid the six-toed crow's claw that suddenly swooped down from behind his head.

Immediately afterwards, the large hand reached forward, piercing the air like lightning.

He gripped a crimson diamond beam aimed at his heart tightly in his palm.

"Click."

The crimson light shattered, turning into specks of firefly light that vanished.

All the sneak attacks failed.

In his complete despair, Dago was more than half a meter taller than Ang, resembling a demon god looking down on ants.

He lowered his head, his gaze so calm it was unsettling.

"Is that enough?"

The voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

A strange light flashed in Ang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

His response was a powerful and heavy punch.

"Bang!"

The punch landed like a cannonball, slamming into Ang's abdomen.

"Uh...uh..."

Ang's body instantly bent into the shape of a boiled shrimp.

His eyes bulged, and his expression was frozen in extreme pain and existential doubt.

He struggled to lift his head, trying to piece together his broken words.

"you……"

In my field of vision, a dark shadow suddenly magnified.

Accompanied by a terrifying shriek as if the air were being torn apart.

"Bang!!"

A massive iron fist, enveloped in black light, was imprinted on his face without any frills.

The bridge of the nose collapsed, and the facial bones were fractured.

His entire face caved in instantly, becoming a bloody mess.

The frost covering Ang's body shattered instantly, and he shot backward like a kite with a broken string.

His body was not yet steady.

The hideous and imposing demonic figure had already appeared at his landing point.

His large hand opened wide, and his five fingers gripped his neck like iron clamps.

"Click."

Ang was like a helpless chick, held tightly in mid-air.

"Crackling and popping—"

The surrounding air crackled and popped due to the terrifying force field emanating from Dago.

Dago's eyes were cold as he carried Ang with one hand.

Slowly clench your other hand into a fist and pull it back.

The black light of the [Cold Element] runes surged wildly across his fist, accumulating destructive power.

At this moment, his body was like a fully drawn bow.

And that fist was like a heavy arrow about to be released from a bow.

The arrowhead pointed directly at Ang's rapidly repairing head.

That was a posture of certain death.

That was a resolute determination to annihilate on the spot.

Ang, who had just had his facial bones reconstructed, stared at the fist that was steadily building up power in his field of vision.

Instinctive fear finally overwhelmed reason.

He began to struggle frantically, his limbs flailing wildly.

For the first time, a smile appeared on that face that always wore a nonchalant one.

Panicked.