Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago suddenly looked up.

Only a blurry image remained on the retina.

But then they saw a chain formed from pure white beams of light pierce through layers of space.

The chains were engraved with countless tiny runes, each one shimmering with a holy light.

She suddenly wrapped herself around his body.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The chains came into contact with his protective frost, bursting forth with intense white smoke.

His mind trembled violently, and the six soul crystals in his consciousness space emitted a series of "crackling" sounds.

The cracks are widening, and the collapse is accelerating.

He felt as if he were being tightly bound by something.

It's not just about physical bondage.

Moreover, this binding force is not only limited to his body and will, but also seems to affect his soul.

His thoughts slowed, his killing intent was forcibly suppressed, and even his soul trembled.

"Chains of the Mind"

A cold voice rang out, like a divine pronouncement.

From the shattered, bottomless black vortex, a majestic figure riding a winged unicorn burst forth.

The unicorn's wings are pure white, and each flap of its wings stirs up a sacred storm.

Gale held an ancient spear with countless runes glowing, its tip pointed directly at Dago's brow.

He was clad in silver armor, his face was stern, and his cold gaze fell upon the crowd.

It was the look of someone looking at a dead person, or at a heretical trial.

And high above behind it.

Michael, whose figure almost completely overlapped with the golden figure wearing a crown behind him, was firmly blocking Viktor's path.

She was the one who pierced through the Heaven-Devouring Bite of the Desperate Winter Dragon.

That strike was precise and deadly, severing Dago's connection to the spell.

At this moment, a complex and mysterious golden rune appeared between Michael's eyebrows.

The runes slowly rotated, radiating a powerful light that was too dazzling to look directly at.

His entire body was interwoven with countless golden rays, like a rising sun.

She exuded an unprecedented aura of holiness and nobility.

With Michael and Gale's "rescue," Vickery, who was "on the verge of despair," finally got a chance to catch his breath.

He was like a drowning man grasping at a straw.

He quickly pulled out all sorts of strange and unusual things from his spatial ring.

Shriveled eyeballs, the placenta of an unknown creature, and a still-beating black heart.

He threw it into the black book in his hand as if it were a sacrifice.

The black book greedily devoured the offerings, its pages turning with a satisfying chewing sound.

The backlash from the spell was finally stopped.

His ulcers healed in the blink of an eye; the disgusting blisters disappeared, and his skin became smooth again.

Even the severed hand regrew, the new skin bearing an eerie pink hue.

In the blink of an eye.

The "monster wave" that Dago had stirred up with all his might was completely calmed down.

It was as if it had never happened.

Everything seems to have returned to square one, and the situation is even worse than before.

All our cards have been played, and all our efforts have been in vain.

Dago, whose mental strength was severely depleted, had two scarlet lines of blood trickling down from the corners of his eyes.

He stood amidst the dissipating energy currents, his body swaying slightly.

All around were the mocking and cold gazes of the enemy, and a suffocating despair.

Its momentum has waned to an unprecedented low, like a lone wolf trapped in a cage, about to be hunted.

Within his mental space, the six soul crystals were dim and lifeless, even showing signs of cracking.

For the time being, he was no longer able to use any of his magic-based trump cards.

"You are qualified to be any one of us as an opponent."

"But unfortunately, this is not an absolutely fair match."

A calm voice came from Gale's mouth, carrying a metallic, cold quality.

He sat high on the back of the winged unicorn, his posture as upright as a spear.

The phantom of a pure white temple in the background floated and sank in the air, casting a vast expanse of sacred yet oppressive light.

Under the radiance, even the dust seemed to stand still, forcibly incorporated into some kind of sacred order.

Gale gently twirled the ancient lance in his hand, the tip of the lance slicing through the air and leaving a long-lasting golden trail.

Those pure eyes were lowered, revealing a lofty sympathy and compassion, like a god looking down on an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Abandon your heritage, abandon your physical body, and I promise your soul will be redeemed."

Vickery, standing to the side, let out a cold laugh, the tone sharp and piercing, like a rusty saw blade cutting through bone.

His face was terribly gloomy, and his features were slightly distorted by extreme jealousy and murderous intent.

He had already shed the veneer of elegance and gentlemanly demeanor he had used to disguise himself, and his black robes fluttered wildly in the turbulent air.

The black book held in his hands was trembling uncontrollably, and as the pages turned, countless vicious curses seemed to be vying to burst forth.

He made no attempt to conceal his cold malice towards Dago, his eyes like the forked tongue of a viper, cold and sticky.

The golden light emanating from Michael's body vanished, and he seemed to transform into a cold, lifeless jade sculpture.

Only the golden rune between his brows remained prominent, flashing with a heart-pounding rhythm.

She held an exquisite white staff, the jewel at the top of which reflected Dago's disheveled figure.

She remained silent, simply looking at Dago with her usual calm and indifferent gaze.

Whether it was the three people on the field or the wizards watching from the outside, the situation was already decided.

Dago's wounds were bleeding, and his mental energy was almost completely depleted.

In everyone's eyes, Dago, having revealed all his cards, was completely out of options.

Sighs rose and fell among the crowd.

"it's over……"

Some people couldn't help but sigh with regret, feeling sorrow for this rising star that was about to fall.

This bloody battle, which has surprised and caught many people off guard, seems to be finally coming to an end at this moment.

however.

A sudden sound of something breaking rang out on the field.

The sound was crisp and clear, not drowned out by the wind, but rather clearly penetrating everyone's eardrums.

"Click-clack—"

That was the mournful cry of a soul breaking free of its shackles.

The white chains binding Dago shattered inch by inch, cracks spreading wildly across the pure white surface.

The fragments crumbled, turning into specks of white light that dissipated in the air, like frost and snow falling suddenly in the height of summer, vanishing in an instant.

As if layers of shackles had been broken, an inexplicable aura rose up from him once more.

Gale's eyes flickered as he rode the winged unicorn.

His fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the lance.

A faint look of surprise appeared on his face, and a crack appeared in his sacred composure.

As the one who cast the [Mind Chains], he was well aware of the spell's strength and effectiveness; it was a divine spell powerful enough to imprison the mental strength of a peak third-ring cultivator.

He found it incredible that Dago could break free from the "chains" under such extreme disadvantage.

This goes beyond the realm of rational calculation; it is a miracle of will.

"boom!"

A massive force field emanated from his body, causing Dago's body to grow taller and taller, his bones crackling as they grew.

Part of her originally dark blue hair rapidly faded back to black, as if the night had stained the deep sea.

Countless pure black lightning bolts flickered and danced around his body, each arc tearing at the surrounding space and leaving behind tiny black cracks.

Gale and his two companions remained calm in the face of Dargo's change.

This was nothing more than a desperate struggle, a tactic they had seen Dago use before. If nothing unexpected happened, this should be Dago's final "struggle".

Three distinct auras rose from the three individuals: sacred, mysterious, and majestic. These three completely different forces intertwined to form a vast net.

They tried to suppress Dago's momentum again, crushing him completely in his nascent stage.

But this time, the invisible net seemed unable to hold back.

The prey in the net has transformed into a monstrous beast, frantically tearing at its restraints.