Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

When the heavy and oppressive atmosphere accumulated to a certain extreme, dark red snowflakes filled the sky and the earth.

Each snowflake seemed to carry a tremendous weight, and upon landing, it stopped melting, freezing the gray-brown rocky ground into necrotic black spots.

On the central platform, the last remaining golden ball of light silently cracked open, releasing an indescribable aura of antiquity, evil, despair, and coldness.

"boom!"

An inexplicable aura rose like billowing smoke, and beneath the sky, where countless dark red lightning bolts intertwined, everyone's eyes were filled with a deep, piercing gaze—

A desperate winter dragon phantom almost reaching the sky, and within that phantom, a domineering and ferocious body, like an ancient overlord descending to earth!

At this moment, Dago's height has increased to over three meters, making him tall and imposing.

His entire body was covered in a network of dark red and jet-black runes. These runes were not simple tattoos, but rather resembled some kind of living parasite, deeply embedded in his muscle fibers.

With each heartbeat, it contracts and relaxes, pumping out cold, non-human fluid.

Her hair reached her knees, each strand seemingly saturated with blood, dancing silently like a living thing. Tiny ice crystals condensed at the ends of her hair, drawing dark spatial cracks in the air.

His neck and cheeks were covered with dense dragon scales, the edges of which were as sharp as knives, and they made a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound when they rubbed against each other.

A mysterious and complex scarlet rune, like a snowflake, grows between his brows. This rune is like a window to an abyss; just looking at it makes one feel as if their soul is being sucked in and frozen to ashes.

Countless dark red snowflakes swirled around its body, defying the rules of gravity and instead creating an independent gravitational field centered on its form, exuding an incomparably eerie, evil, yet ancient and dignified aura.

At this moment, many people's bodies trembled slightly.

Besides the heavy sense of oppression that seemed to come from the depths of his blood and soul, there was also an indescribable surge of intense emotion.

That is the instinctive fear and longing of lower organisms when faced with those who have transcended the level of life.

Beneath the blood-red snow, countless people trembled.

No one could have imagined that this battle was not over, and that Dago Heca, whom they thought had lost, actually had a trump card up his sleeve!

Moreover, it's a forbidden trump card that can only be obtained by overdrawing one's life potential and distorting the rules of one's own soul!

The atmosphere in the entire Fairy Ancient City ruins, with tens of thousands of wizards watching the battle, reached an unprecedented climax.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of intense mental energy friction. Every pair of eyes greedily captured every detail of that figure, trying to extract even a trace of truth about "power".

"Miracle...the real realm of miracles."

In a certain void, a miracle wizard from the Emerald Court was deeply moved. He stretched out his withered fingers, trying to touch the red snow that had fallen outside the barrier. The moment his fingertips touched it, it instantly turned necrotic and black.

His eyes burned with fervor as he gazed at the world before him, almost entirely covered in blood, and he murmured incredulously, "It doesn't seem like an ordinary realm of miracles. This is... a manifestation of some rule closer to the very essence of the world!"

"The True Meaning of Frost!"

The words came out coldly, devoid of any emotion, reflecting only pure rational judgment.

The miracle wizard of the Emerald Court looked in astonishment toward the sound, only to see the old woman in black robes, who had not shown much emotion until now, staring intently at the dark red, ferocious figure on the dueling platform.

Jennifer, clad in black, had an icy expression. The elemental particles around her were in a chaotic frenzy, and she was releasing an undisguised, intense killing intent that was almost bursting forth.

In her vision, Dargo is no longer a person, but an entropy-increasing black hole that is constantly devouring the surrounding heat and trying to pull the whole world into eternal stillness.

Her gaze fell on a beautiful young woman with furrowed brows, and she spoke in a low voice, each syllable sounding like a curse squeezed out from between her teeth.

"An ancient and evil will of frost is awakening within him, a mutation that defies the natural order of life's evolution. It will be extinguished by fire before the catastrophe fully unfolds."

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Amidst the collective "carnival" of the crowd, Lindis, with one arm suspended in mid-air, stared blankly at the distant platform battlefield, looking bewildered.

But this shock only lasted for a tenth of a second.

A moment later, his green eyes began to gleam with an unparalleled, strange light, like the greed of a hunter who has discovered a rare prey.

Lindis laughed loudly, clenching his raised right hand tightly, the space in his palm collapsing into a small black dot due to excessive force.

"Boom!"

In an instant, nearly a thousand wizards among the countless wizards surrounding the entire battlefield of the Fairy Ancient City Ruins exploded without warning.

There were no incantations, no warnings, only pure, violent obliteration by the rules.

Before those wizards could even deploy their elemental shields, their bodies exploded from the inside out, like overinflated balloons.

The exploded body, flesh, and soul affected the people in the surrounding area, along with their terror, pain, and wails. Instead of scattering on the ground, they rapidly rose into the air, defying the laws of physics.

Blood and shattered bones reformed in mid-air, twisting into complex and mysterious runes, which were then linked together by streaks of dark light to form the prototype of an enormous runic array.

The stench of blood instantly intensified to its peak. It was the combined life essence of thousands of formal wizards, each drop of blood containing their fear of death, which now became fuel for this great formation.

The sudden and brutal killing caused chaos in an instant. When this happened at the most critical moment of the final battle, it was no less than pouring a spoonful of hot oil into a pot of boiling water!

At this moment, the entire ancient fairy city ruins were completely shaken.

Lindis's long gray hair danced wildly, each strand seemingly connected to some kind of energy conduit in the void. A vast ocean of spiritual power was released from his body, causing the surrounding space to groan under its unbearable pressure.

He floated into the air, and countless rays of light converged on him in the void, completely exposing him to everyone's view.

Lindis stood at the midline where the sky and the earth met, large swaths of black light emanating from his body, condensing into the outlines of thick, dark armor on his body.

This is not a physical armor, but a regular protective gear made of high-density dark elements compressed together, with ripples on its surface that devour light.

He raised one hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, as if he were holding the sun in the sky, controlling all the light and heat in his palm.

"Doru!"

Lindis's voice was like countless bolts of thunder rolling through the void, vibrating in everyone's eardrums and mind.

He pointed to the location of the platform battle group in the distance, and issued the order with a bright smile. There was no pity for life in that smile, only a pure desire to achieve the goal.

"I want both of them."

"Yes."

Below, the black-robed man who had been following Lindis responded in a low voice.

A powerful mental pressure, no less than that of a miracle, emanated from his body, instantly crushing the stone slab beneath his feet into dust.

His black robe was torn apart by an invisible force, the pieces of cloth fluttering like black butterflies, revealing the figure of a handsome, cold middle-aged man with pale bone armor and purple hair.

The surface of the bone armor was shrouded in a grayish-white death aura, clearly indicating that it was a magical artifact crafted from the bones of some powerful creature.

The group of black-robed men following behind the purple-haired middle-aged man quickly dispersed to his sides, their movements synchronized and mechanical.

They were like a pool of black mercury seeping into gray sand, churning out patches of blood, their wands flashing as they reaped the terrified low-ranking wizards around them.

The chaos below caused a stir among the miraculous auras high in the sky. Some high-level wizards who were watching broke through the void and tried to retreat quickly, but they touched an invisible barrier at the edge of the huge rune array that had already taken shape in the sky.

"Bang!"

Ripples spread through space, and the wizards who tried to traverse it were bounced back by a tremendous force, leaving them in a sorry state.

Unable to escape!

Lindis's fingers lightly swept across the void, as if playing a death symphony. Streams of black light were released from his body, instantly traversing countless spatial distances, ignoring spatial shields and elemental resistance, and directly shredding a high-level wizard who was trying to escape.

Before he could even scream, the high-ranking wizard was transformed into a ball of pure energy particles, greedily absorbed by the crimson magic circle in the sky.

The fall of a miracle-level wizard and the extinguishing of a "sun" pushed the panic among everyone in this turmoil to a peak.

"South, my beloved mother land, only the nourishment of flesh and blood can make you more fertile..."

Lindis closed his eyes, spread his arms, raised his cheeks slightly, and showed an expression of extreme pleasure and enjoyment.

He could almost hear the wails of every soul within the great formation; those sounds were like heavenly music to his ears.

He seemed completely absorbed in the carnage and chaos he was in control of, enjoying the power over life and death.

Suddenly, a strange fluctuation caught his attention.

He opened his eyes, a hint of amusement flashing in his green pupils. His gaze locked onto a stunningly beautiful girl riding on the back of a giant black-feathered vulture, relentlessly attacking the runic magic circle. His smile gradually widened.

His eyes flickered slightly, his hands formed a hand seal, black arcs of electricity danced at his fingertips, and he controlled the great array to start running with a rumbling sound.

Immediately afterward, the black-feathered vulture that was attacking the formation suddenly turned its head. Its originally cloudy beastly eyes now turned cold and sinister, filled with the cunning and cruelty of an intelligent creature.

Its gaze fell upon him, and in the blink of an eye, it put down the girl on its back. Its body twisted and changed, its black feathers transformed into a long robe, and its sharp claws into withered hands, transforming into an old woman in black robes who quickly pounced on him.

Jennifer!

The next moment, above the ruins of the Fairy Ancient City, two incomparable black "suns"... with the momentum to destroy everything, collided fiercely!

The aftershocks of the energy swept in all directions, completely leveling the remaining building debris below.

And in the heart of the battlefield.

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"Click click click—"

The agile, leaping golden arrow of light shattered like exquisite porcelain between the slender, sharp fingers, turning into countless tiny specks of light that scattered in all directions.

Dago's large, scale-covered hand easily crushed Michael's proud light elemental attack.

The low temperature in his palm was so intense that even light could not escape, and was directly frozen into solid dust.

The calm in Michael's eyes was gone. She was shocked by the "transformation" that had taken place in Dago. It was not just an increase in power, but a sublimation of the essence of life.

On the other hand, she was drawn to the turmoil outside the arena, her gaze constantly drawn to the battle erupting in the sky and below. Lindis's bloody methods made her feel uneasy.

In a duel between masters, a moment of distraction means death.

suddenly.

A deep, two-tone voice rang in her ears.

The voice was half human hoarse and half dragon growl, overlapping to create a strange resonance that pierced through her mental defenses.

"You shouldn't get distracted."

As this sound rang out, all the surrounding noise seemed to disappear, and even the air seemed to stop moving.

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment, and Michael could clearly see that every speck of dust floating in the air before him was still and then quickly covered with a layer of white frost.

An indescribable chill suddenly invaded Michael's heart. It was not a physical cold, but a power of rules that could freeze thoughts and the flow of soul energy.

It brought her the strongest sense of crisis she had ever experienced in her life.