Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The unusual activity in the Fairy City seemed to suddenly press the pause button on the chaotic scene.

When Dago's tall and slender body, enveloped in the mysterious purple light of the Venerable One, hung high in the sky like the morning star, many people belatedly realized that this battle, worthy of being recorded in history, had finally come to an end.

Dago Heca completed his final bloody battle, in absolute despair and impossibility, using his mortal body to leverage the lever of the rules, creating a miracle and achieving an unprecedented and astonishing feat in the history of the Southern Wizarding World!

However, the shock of that moment was quickly overshadowed by even more intense slaughter and chaos. On this cursed land, lamentation was cheap; only survival was the eternal truth.

Under the "Morning Star".

All that remained was blood and corpses; greed and fear intertwined to create a symphony of death.

Doru, the purple-haired middle-aged man who had been standing quietly to the side, suddenly moved as his statue-like figure disappeared the moment the battle officially ended and the protective rune barrier on the central platform dissipated.

Without any warning or unnecessary words, a massive mental energy field erupted instantly, like an invisible hand gripping the surrounding space.

The aura of the Dharma Domain was mobilized to its limit, and the surrounding elemental particles emitted a piercing shriek due to excessive activity.

He raised one arm, the movement stiff yet powerful, as if pulling on some heavy chain of rules.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

The void before him immediately sprang forth with countless enormous, crystalline bone cones, each swirling with a nauseating grayish-white death aura—the purest form of deprivation and curse upon life force.

The bone cones rained down on the platform, leaving trails of dark vacuum as they sliced ​​through the air.

On the platform, Michael, who was staring blankly at Dago's figure after he took off, suddenly had his pupils contract.

Stimulated by this palpable killing intent, she instinctively snapped out of the immense shock and devastation.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything. The damaged life armor once again shone with a magnificent golden light, and countless complex defensive runes frantically roamed and reassembled on the surface of the body, attempting to build an indestructible wall of sighs.

Two forces that transcended the formal level collided violently!

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out; it wasn't from the bones, but from the collapse of the rules themselves.

Due to the severe damage to the set and the absolute difference in cultivation level, Michael's golden magical shield only lasted for half a breath before shattering like fragile glass and being quickly suppressed and devoured by the gray-white deathly bone rain.

Just as the shadow of death was about to completely engulf Michael, accompanied by rapid and obscure incantations, an extremely intense life force suddenly surged forth, as if withered trees had come back to life.

In an instant, a vibrant rift was torn open in the lifeless battlefield.

A dignified middle-aged wizard dressed in a moon-white robe stepped out of the air. His face was solemn, and his hands formed intricate hand seals. He raised his hand and launched a spell of vines imbued with vibrant life force towards the purple-haired middle-aged man.

The vines grew like a raging dragon, each leaf engraved with runes of the rules of life, forcefully blocking those deadly bone spikes.

It was that miracle wizard from the Emerald Court.

Lindis slowly withdrew his gaze from the battle erupting on the platform, his indifferent look as if he were watching a boring puppet show.

His gaze returned to Jennifer in the black robe before him, the smile on his lips growing more playful, yet also carrying a chilling undertone.

Jennifer's black robes billowed, as if filled with turbulent energy. "A member of the Revival Society?"

He exuded an indescribable, chilling aura, and the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, even the rocks beneath his feet began to show signs of melting.

"You're getting bolder and bolder, daring to challenge the authority of the Phoenix family."

Jennifer's tone was icy, each word like a sharp blade retrieved from an ice cellar.

Her eyes were fixed on Lindis in front of her, without any emotional fluctuation, as if she were looking at a confirmed dead man.

Lindis shook his head with a bright smile and waved his hands exaggeratedly, hurriedly explaining, "No, no, no, you've misunderstood."

His gaze swept unabashedly over Jennifer in front of him, like a slippery venomous snake, and finally landed on Tracy, who was not far behind her.

The greed and longing in his eyes made him involuntarily lick his dry lips and smile slightly:

"I simply wish to invite the esteemed Miss Phoenix to our Revitalization Club for a cup of tea and a chat, nothing more."

The only reply Jennifer gave him was a single, chilling word, as if it were a pronouncement of fate.

"die!"

As the words fell, the world seemed to respond to some ancient covenant.

"Whoosh—boom—"

Countless wind and fire-elemental free energy particles, as if summoned by a king, converged wildly from all directions, forming a massive torrent of interwoven blue and red colors that completely enveloped Jennifer in her black robes.

The wind fuels the fire, and the fire gains strength from the wind; these two completely different forces of nature resonate perfectly at this moment.

Her entire body became crystalline and transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her originally aged skin quickly peeled off and vaporized, taking its place as an energy body that flowed with regular halos.

She seemed to be rapidly transforming from a flesh and blood body into a higher and purer crystalline form, a leap in the level of life, a complete abandonment of the mortal body.

A torrent of energy flowed into Jennifer's elemental body, producing a series of heart-pounding roars, like thunder exploding within her.

A moment later, the light faded, and Jennifer's form changed drastically.

No longer resembling a frail, elderly woman, her figure has transformed into a tall, slender, and perfectly proportioned woman, with lines as flawless as the Creator's most prized masterpiece, like a young woman in the prime of her youth.

But within this beauty lies a non-human divinity that is too terrifying to behold.

Its entire body is in the form of blue and red glass, crystal clear yet indestructible.

Beneath the skin, some high-energy substance is slowly flowing, like molten lava surging in the blood vessels, releasing astonishing heat radiation with each pulsation.

Behind her, with a soft "poof" sound, four huge wings of crimson and dark blue sprouted. The wings were not physical, but were woven from countless fine wind blades and flames.

Her facial features had completely disappeared, leaving only a smooth mirror-like surface on her face. Only near her eyes and between her eyebrows were three dazzling diamond-like rune crystals radiating blinding light. These were the core of her soul and the source of her power.

An unparalleled aura of terror emanated from her, a pressure that surpassed all living beings.

The void centered on his body was simply unable to withstand this high-density energy mass, and it all collapsed towards a single point, exhibiting a vast range of distortion, swallowing light and severing vision.

"The true spirit manifests... the Five Rings Wizard!"

In the void, a southern miracle wizard who originally intended to take advantage of the chaos sensed this aura, his pupils dilated, and he let out a terrified gasp.

His face turned deathly pale instantly. Without any hesitation, and even disregarding the backlash of the spell, he forcibly interrupted the spell he was casting and retreated as fast as he could, afraid of being touched by even the slightest bit of the aftershocks of this level of battle.

At this moment, Jennifer, having finished her "transformation," let out a piercing shriek. With a flap of her wings, space seemed to be torn apart, and she transformed into a streak of light, fiercely rushing towards Lindis's position.

"Boom!"

At the moment of their collision, time seemed to become disordered.

In the aftershocks of the mushroom cloud-shaped energy explosion, two blurry figures emerged, colliding violently in the center of the destructive storm.

At this moment, Jennifer was like a god who controlled the wind and fire of a world. With each flap of her wings, large swaths of blue and red flames burst forth.

Everything that touches it, whether it is rock, air or space itself, is instantly melted into its most primitive particle state.

Lindis had also changed form at some point.

He was in no way inferior to Jennifer, surrounded by eerie, pitch-black energy, like a demon god crawling out of the abyss. He was also a fifth-circle wizard whose true spirit had manifested!

The battle between the two had long transcended the realm of skill, becoming a pure clash of energy and rules.

The energy surge it unleashed was like a tsunami, layer upon layer, endless.

The sky instantly darkened, and the original heavens were covered by two colors of energy, making this space seem to be plunged into some kind of apocalyptic catastrophe!

The two seemed to have no need to chant incantations or cast spells; their words were law, and even a casually released energy wave possessed terrifying power far exceeding that of an ordinary fourth-circle wizard.

If becoming a fourth-circle wizard is like the "Day of Miracles" hanging in the sky, illuminating a region, then the two of them are like the raging sea that can devour the blazing sun, vast and unfathomable.

The raging waves they created could instantly engulf and extinguish even the blazing sun in the sky.

A terrifying force continuously tore through the void, and black spatial rifts spread like a spider web, leaving behind shocking and horrifying marks on the sky and the earth. It was the world's barrier groaning, and the rules collapsing.

Within a radius of several miles around the battleground where the two were fighting, no one dared to approach, and no one was able to cast a single spell within it.

It has become a meat grinder of chaotic rules. Any foreign spell model will be destroyed by the disordered energy flow as soon as it is formed, and any creature that steps into it will be decomposed into atoms in an instant.

Like some kind of absolute forbidden zone.

This is a battle between wizards of the fifth ring, a dialogue between those who control truth.

Any wizard present who is accidentally caught in the blast will be crushed into dust by the overflowing power of the rules, and even their soul will be unable to escape, turning into a wisp of dust on this battlefield.

The originally chaotic battlefield unexpectedly calmed down due to the battle between the two fifth-ring wizards.

Fear is the best tranquilizer.

A large area was forcibly cleared, and everyone huddled at the edge of the battle like frightened ants, watching the battle that was capable of destroying everything with shocked and horrified eyes.

Their eyes reflected the light of destruction, their hearts filled with awe and despair for the supreme power.

In the South, a fourth-circle wizard is already a figure standing at the top of the pyramid, the ultimate goal that countless wizards look up to throughout their lives.

The Fifth Ring Road?

Perhaps they exist, but they are extremely rare, like figures in myths and legends. Many people have never even heard of them, let alone witnessed them firsthand.

Now, two of them have appeared at the same time, and they are engaged in a life-or-death battle. The visual and psychological impact on everyone is simply indescribable.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, in the midst of their battle, a violent clash of laws caused a leak of power. The beam of light, a mixture of blue and black, streaked across the sky like a meteor and slammed into the massive rune array that was slowly rotating in the sky.

"Buzz—"

This once impenetrable rune array, which had prevented tens of thousands of wizards from escaping, was severely impacted by a fifth-ring level dimensional reduction attack, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and suddenly faltered.

The once-smoothly running rune chain broke, and a tiny but deadly crack appeared in the tightly sealed barrier.

A few rays of sunlight leaked in through the crack, illuminating this hellish place filled with bloodshed and death.

Everyone keenly sensed a strange loosening, an intuition from the depths of their souls—the cage had broken.

It's like a door that was originally tightly closed and filled with despair, but suddenly an external force knocks open a crack, letting in the taste of freedom.

The oppressive atmosphere in the room suddenly quieted down; it was the calm before the storm.

next moment.

"Charge out!"

Someone let out a hysterical scream.

The sky, like a series of blazing suns hanging high like miraculous wizards, or like sharks that have smelled blood, suddenly began to "bloom" one after another, unleashing all its magic.

They frantically attacked the spot where the magic array had stalled, and powerful spells of various colors rained down on the crack. The deafening roar of the spells resounded through the sky!