Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

As Vichi's deep lamentation sang, a mysterious aura began to emanate.

A nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell filled the air—the smell of old blood mixed with rotting flower petals.

The shadow behind him began to writhe, as if some living thing was trying to tear open a dimensional membrane.

The blood, severed hand, and pages of a book in front of him were compressed together by some invisible force field.

The solid is softening, and the liquid is boiling.

In an instant, they melted into an indescribable gel.

Immediately afterwards, large amounts of black, mud-like material gushed out from it.

The mud sizzled and corroded as it hit the ground, and even the void itself was scorched, emitting grayish-white smoke.

An evil and ominous will has quietly descended.

This will is ancient and greedy, carrying the most primal malice towards the world of the living, greedily licking every inch of the surrounding space.

Dago felt a vague sense of unease.

This unease does not stem from fear, but from the biological instinct to warn of some kind of "natural enemy".

He stopped in mid-air, and the air beneath his feet rippled with visible force due to the sudden stop.

Countless turbulent energy currents roared around his body. Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly pushed the deep blue orb in his hand toward Vicki.

The complete activation of the Winter Dragon bloodline, at a rate of one percent despair, caused his pupils to instantly become needle-like dragon eyes.

With the significant increase in soul power, the current [Winter Star in the Palm] technique has been completely transformed.

Its power is many times more terrifying than when it was used against Korklau.

A massive, deep blue sphere of light, imbued with the power of ancient frost, spun and tore through the void.

Like a terrifying ancient glacial meteorite, carrying the kinetic energy to destroy everything.

It traversed vast distances and hurtled towards Viktor.

The trail left behind a frozen, dark blue trail of ice, where even light was frozen, forming a tragic aurora of death.

As it approached to a certain spot in front of Viktor, the terrifying deep blue sphere of light suddenly exploded.

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound echoed through the sky, as if the outer shell of the world had been shattered.

The indescribable chilling aura was like a torrent formed after the collapse of an ancient, unmelting glacier.

The frigid white mist instantly swallowed up the field of vision.

The platform space, with its deep, dark vortex as its base color, instantly turned the void on the side facing Viktor into a deep blue.

Under the terrifying energy surge, the voice of Vich suddenly became sharp and high-pitched.

The black mud in front of him accumulated more and more, frantically resisting the onslaught of frost.

With the infusion of that malevolent and ominous will from the void, all the black mud transformed into a gigantic, twisted, bizarre creature—

It looks like a black sheep with many legs.

But its fur is made of flowing filth, and every hair is wriggling.

Its entire body is covered with countless eyeballs and black tentacles.

Their eyes darted around wildly, even blinking at each other, revealing a variety of emotions such as mockery, greed, and pain.

The strange black sheep had a large gash split open on its belly.

There were no teeth in that mouth, only a bottomless vortex of darkness.

The terrifying frost power that was heading towards Vivi was completely devoured by it.

The icy blue energy torrent surged into the giant mouth, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, not even causing a sound.

Its body rapidly expanded, like an inflated balloon, its skin stretched to almost transparent.

Numerous disgusting, sticky tentacles grew from those eyeballs of varying sizes.

Tentacles waved in the air, capturing the overflowing magical energy and forcibly dragging it into the body for digestion.

Its appearance is almost identical to the phantom of the soul characteristics that manifested behind Viktor.

Dago witnessed the power of [Winter Star in the Palm] dissipate with his own eyes, remaining expressionless and showing little surprise.

His gaze remained as cold and sharp as a knife, as if this was merely an expected test.

None of the three players on the field are easy to deal with.

Each of them is a prodigy who has fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his hands stained with the blood of his fellow human beings.

He would be surprised if a single strike of [Winter Star in the Palm] could end the battle.

"#￥%"

Dago spoke in a low voice.

He uttered deep, hoarse sounds, like ancient syllables resounding like a dragon's roar.

With each syllable uttered, the surrounding space trembles, as if unable to bear the weight of this ancient language.

Several extraordinary magical energy surged from his body, intertwining and merging.

A phantom image of the Despairing Winter Dragon rapidly materialized above his head.

The phantom of a giant dragon coiled in the void, its wings blotting out the sky and exuding an aura of dominance from ancient times.

The dark blue lightning bolts falling from the sky were like cannon salutes to crown this king.

The former hegemon has "awakened" once again.

The continuous overdraft of mental energy in a short period of time caused dense, scarlet veins to appear above Dago's eyebrows and eyes.

The meridians writhed like earthworms, and fresh blood even seeped out, sliding down her cheeks.

His handsome, almost otherworldly face became somewhat ferocious, like a demon crawling out of hell.

His eyes seemed to be filled with tears, yet his will was as sharp and cold as solid ice.

Without any hesitation, without any reservations.

"[The Devouring Bite of the Desperate Winter Dragon]!"

The skull of Behelet, formed by the fusion of the four domains, pierced through the void.

It was a ferocious dragon head, made entirely of materialized energy, with every single dragon scale clearly visible.

It opened its enormous maw, large enough to devour mountains, with a destructive aura.

In an instant, it bit into the strange black sheep that had swelled to the size of a thick cloud.

"Pfft—"

This is the sound of an energy body being forcibly torn apart.

All the eyes and tentacles on the black sheep's body began to move wildly.

They were terrified, trembling, trying to escape their inevitable fate.

It let out a scream like a baby crying, a shrill and piercing sound that seemed to drill straight into the brain.

Large chunks of frozen black mud fell off like flesh and blood.

These "minced meat" pieces were frozen into black ice crystals by the extreme low temperature in mid-air, and then turned into powder and dissipated.

Under the terrifying power of this infinite touch miracle, Vicki's expression finally changed.

His previously elegant and composed facade was completely shattered, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

He tore off another page, his movements rough and hurried.

He was peeling his severed arm piece by piece, like peeling a radish.

Blood gushed out, and bones were exposed, but he seemed to feel no pain.

The chanting was rapid and continuous, each syllable carrying the smell of blood.

But it still couldn't withstand this terrifying power.

Just as the bizarre black sheep's body was about to fall apart, Vicky seemed to suffer some kind of backlash.

A burst of black energy erupted from his body; it was the price he paid for borrowing an indescribable power.

His originally fair and handsome face, neck, and arms began to rapidly develop dense, dark red blisters.

The blisters swelled at a visible rate, and the skin became as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Poof! Poof! Poof!"

The blisters ruptured, releasing large gushes of foul-smelling pus.

Pus dripped onto his robe, instantly corroding it and creating holes.

In just a few breaths, Viktor was completely unrecognizable.

It resembled a highly decomposed corpse, yet still retained the ability to move as it had before death.

He screamed, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

He lost all composure, retreated frantically, and looked like he was about to melt on the spot.

His dark blue hair danced wildly as he walked step by step through the void toward Viktor.

With each step, an ice-blue lotus flower would bloom beneath his feet, only to shatter upon impact.

The immense aura of dominance continued to expand, compressing the surrounding air and causing it to explode.

A chilling killing intent burst forth from his eyes, locking onto the festering figure.

The six soul crystals within his consciousness space were nearly cracked.

Even the [Winter Silence] technique couldn't fill the gap left by this mental exhaustion in time.

But he doesn't care.

He has pushed himself to such an extent that the frost that descends upon the world will surely return stained with blood!

He controlled the enormous head of the Despairing Winter Dragon, tearing off chunks of flesh and blood from the black sheep's body.

Each tearing brought forth large swaths of black, filthy blood and piercing screams.

The malevolent and ominous will that descended from the void also seemed to be affected to some extent.

It is fearful, it is trembling, and it is already showing signs of collapsing and retreating.

It only takes the time it takes to breathe.

Just one more step forward.

He could then completely eliminate Vucic, creating a breakthrough for his own bloody battle in this round.

The dawn of victory seemed to have pierced through the thick clouds and shone on his face.

However, at that moment...

A dazzling golden light suddenly pierced through Dago's magic field.

The golden light was too fast and too sharp, carrying an undeniable sense of holiness and majesty.

The dragon's head, formed from the despair of the Dharma domain, was suddenly pierced through! There was no resistance whatsoever.