Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

No one noticed that, amidst the shadows of chaos and turmoil, at what very moment did Dago Heca complete that soul-stirring ritual of inheritance?

As the most outstanding prodigy of his generation, admired by countless peers, and the sole victor who emerged from the bloodbath amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Isidore's name should have been engraved atop the monument of honor in the southern wizarding world, bathed in the envy and admiration of countless seekers of truth.

However, like fermenting mold, the conspiracy quietly grew beneath the glorious surface, eventually erupting into this turmoil that concealed all the splendor.

But that doesn't matter. For a wizard, glory is merely a byproduct of power, not power itself.

In the sky, countless dark red lightning bolts were not the release of electrical charges from nature, but rather the dense, almost tangible power of the Miracle Domain, which frantically collapsed towards the center, ultimately being forcibly bound within the two scarlet, jagged ice blades constructed of despair and extreme cold.

"Boom!"

The terrifying blood-red ice waterfall disregarded spatial distance, piercing through the void with an arrogant and domineering manner.

At the edge of the rune array, the strange, flowing runes, under the erosion of higher-level laws, crumbled and shattered in large swathes, like snow hitting hot oil.

The perfectly functioning energy circuit instantly broke down, and the entire array let out a mournful cry of being overwhelmed, then stopped operating and irrevocably plunged into the abyss of collapse.

broken!

The suffocating shadow of death that hung over everyone like a shroud was finally torn open with a hideous gash by this violent blow.

The pale, weak light from the outside world now became the most dazzling ray of hope for survival, shining wildly into the room.

The wizards below, who had been trembling with fear for so long, suddenly had a fervent desire to survive ignite in their eyes.

Some people, unable to resist their greed and wishful thinking, caused their elemental radiance to surge, and they soared into the air like cannonballs that had lost their minds, eager to rush out through the gap and escape this hellish battlefield.

In an instant, the air of the vast, silent ancient fairy city ruins, which had been dormant for ten thousand years, was torn apart by countless whooshing sounds.

Large numbers of first, second, and third-ring wizards, along with nobles and sages who were usually high and mighty, were now like a frightened, dense swarm of bees.

Guided by the streaks of light that appeared as the top geniuses from the southern wizarding world, they saw only that one path to survival and surged frantically and crowded toward that direction.

However, there is never a cheap way to survive on the path to truth.

Before they could get close to the tempting opening, a strange, low-frequency buzzing sound, like the flapping of insect wings, suddenly rang out, making their eardrums ache and their hearts stop.

A pale white beam of energy, devoid of any emotion, pierced through the entire space without warning, like a divinely bestowed blade of judgment.

Wherever the beam of light passed, everything—defensive force fields, magical artifacts, and even the wizards' prized physical bodies—experienced a violent tremor in an instant.

There was no blood, no severed limbs. All the figures swept by the beam of light melted and sublimated under the extreme heat and energy, evaporating completely without a trace, not even having time to utter a cry of agony.

"hiss--"

The synchronized gasps of cold air drowned out the clamor of the battlefield.

Upon witnessing this scene, the boiling blood of the wizards who were rushing toward the exit of life with bloodshot eyes instantly froze.

They all stopped abruptly, hovering in mid-air in terror, caught in a dilemma.

Countless pairs of trembling pupils reflected the same despairing scene: in front of the gap in the rune array, a figure had appeared out of nowhere.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a pale white bone armor, the surface of which emanated a deathly aura as if it were alive.

He had eerie purple hair that danced wildly in the chaotic energy storm.

He coldly swept his gaze across the field, his eyes not looking at his own kind, but at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

The aura emanating from him was that of a fourth-ring miracle wizard—like a blazing sun close at hand, releasing fiery and violent tongues of flame that relentlessly scorched every soul below, burning their will away bit by bit.

There was no nonsense, and no verbal negotiation was required.

The one closest to the gap, the ferocious and imposing figure surrounded by dark red snowflakes, moved.

His twin red ice blades clashed in the air, producing a piercing scraping sound.

The intense, miraculous power of frost, carrying a chill capable of freezing thought, suddenly erupted.

Instead of retreating, he advanced with an indomitable and fierce momentum, and launched a fierce attack on the seemingly invincible purple-haired middle-aged man.

At this moment, a colossal phantom of a despairing winter dragon appeared behind the clouds in the sky, raising its massive head and letting out a silent roar towards the heavens.

Countless dark red lightning bolts intertwined around the phantom, and the snowflakes in the sky trembled violently under this terrifying pressure, as if even the atmosphere itself was afraid of this power!

The countless wizards below were mesmerized, so much so that they forgot to breathe.

Even not far away, a terrifying battle between fourth- or even fifth-ring forces was raging, with elemental storms that were even more dazzling and energy fluctuations that were even more terrifying, enough to easily destroy a city.

But all of this still cannot overshadow the unparalleled brilliance of the scene before us!

Because it was with a three-ringed body that it bridged the insurmountable chasm between formal wizards and miracle wizards.

This is a mortal charging towards the gods, an ant challenging a giant! Going back ten thousand years, even in the long history of the Southern Wizarding World, which has produced many geniuses, you cannot find another person with such strength and courage!

Everyone forgot what to say and stood still, watching.

At this moment, their minds were unconsciously connected with the figure wielding the crimson frost, who represented the only way to survive.

However, reality is often cruel.

The purple-haired middle-aged man of the Miracle Rank possessed strength far exceeding that of a typical newly promoted fourth-ring cultivator.

Even the most powerful fourth-circle wizards of the Emerald Court, despite their best efforts, could not stop his advance.

His terrifying strength had already been clearly demonstrated in the previous bloody massacre.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

The purple-haired middle-aged man curled his lips into a mocking smile. With just a casual wave of his arm, a pale white aura of resistance erupted from the bone armor around him.

Even with the power of the forbidden domain, and even with the incomparably sharp Crimson Ice Twin Blades, the dark red figure in the sky was still being forced to retreat steadily.

Each attack was forcibly suppressed by the opponent with a higher level of energy density.

Ice shards flew everywhere, and the red light dimmed.

As the scales of victory tipped ever more toward destruction, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

Just then.

"Taka!"

A clear, short, yet resolute voice rang out once again in the void.

A beam of light, burning with blazing golden flames, suddenly appeared above the spatial node.

It disregarded distance, traversed numerous spatial barriers, and even left a golden afterimage on the retina, striking the middle-aged man with purple hair who shone as brightly as the sun in an instant.

"boom!"

The golden flames collided with the white bone armor, unleashing a terrifying burst of energy.

The shockwave swept in all directions, causing countless wizards to stagger and fall.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads, their gazes piercing through the smoke of the battlefield, and saw the figure on the central platform.

Michael's face was ashen, and his body swayed precariously, as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

But he still held the bow in one hand, panting heavily. That arrow had exhausted all his mental strength and life essence, just to create that momentary opening.

opportunity!

Because of Michael's crucial arrow, the purple-haired middle-aged man's aura was momentarily disrupted.

The battle, which had been one-sided, finally began to subtly change.

The countless snowflakes, as if hearing the king's command, instantly converged into a single point.

They spun and compressed wildly, converging into a dark red frost tornado that stretched to the heavens and the earth.

Within the tornado, the figure wielding two red ice swords soared into the air, becoming one with the sword.

The terrifying power of despair transformed into a long, mournful rainbow, piercing through the void and tearing apart the purple-haired middle-aged man's previously impenetrable defense in an instant.

He appeared suddenly outside the broken rune array, enveloped in a blizzard.

Become!

Seeing this scene, countless people unconsciously clenched their fists, their nails digging deep into their palms without them even realizing it.

An indescribable surge of joy welled up within me.

It was as if, at this moment, it was not the monstrous genius who had successfully escaped, but themselves.

In this purgatory of despair, that fleeting glimpse of an escaping figure embodies the will to live of all of them.

But at that moment, fate once again revealed its ferocious fangs.

A terrifying roar, unprecedented and as if the world were collapsing, suddenly resounded in the arena.

The sound was so loud that it caused a momentary blank in one's mind.

In the distance, within the Five Rings Battle Group, an entire energy vortex, raging like an apocalyptic storm, suddenly exploded.

With a painful groan, a tall, slender figure with torn wings fell out in a sorry state, like a kite with a broken string.

Immediately afterwards, Lindis reappeared, his entire body shrouded in countless streams of black light. His figure was enormous and twisted, like a demon god emerging from a nightmare.

"Doru! You've really disappointed me."

Lindis uttered a cold, questioning voice, loud enough to reverberate through every inch of space.

He suddenly raised his hand!

In an instant, the sky over the entire Fairy Ancient City Ruins darkened completely.

The sun lost its original color and was swallowed by endless darkness.

The void of the dome appeared to be violently distorted in large areas, like a crumpled piece of paper.

A massive amount of free energy particles were forcibly plundered and gathered, condensing in mid-air into a tangible, glassy energy hand.

The giant hand had six fingers, with jagged knuckles and clear lines, resembling the hand of an ancient demon, pressing down fiercely with the will to destroy everything.

"Click-clack-clack-clack—"

The space emitted a crisp sound similar to shattering glass.

The massive energy hand landed just in time, and the void beneath it collapsed and shattered because it couldn't withstand the force.

The area covered by the giant hand silently sank into the ground, which shook violently as if the sky were falling and the earth were cracking.

Countless wizards were utterly horrified, their reason completely shattered at that moment. They screamed and frantically retreated, trying to get away from the giant hand that represented the end.

They watched in disbelief as the crimson frost tornado, which was at the very center of the giant energy hand's impact, rapidly disintegrated and turned into a shower of crimson dust before this overwhelming force.

One of his figures was revealed—Dago, who had just been creating a miracle.

He immediately made a defensive movement, crossing his arms, attempting to use his mortal body to resist the gods.

However, the pair of red ice blades in his hands, which had once pierced through the four-ring defense, shattered instantly upon contact with the aura of the giant hand, exploding into countless crystalline powders.

The latter is like an ant at the foot of a giant, so small, weak, and fragile that it is heartbreaking.

has it ended?

The glimmer of hope just moments ago has now turned into an even deeper abyss. A profound sense of despair, emanating from the depths of everyone's heart, is felt as if they too are experiencing it.

Under the absolute power of the Five Rings, these low-level wizards with their meager strength were like dust, and in an instant, they could be completely reduced to dust, with even the trace of their existence erased.

Everyone watched as the terrifying energy giant hand slowly crushed and collapsed, time seemingly frozen and slowed down.

Despair, oppression, and suffocation filled the entire battlefield, making even the air feel thick and sticky.

In this moment of utter silence, at the moment of death.

Accompanied by a soft, yet clearly audible, inhalation.

A voice, eerily calm, low yet incredibly clear, rang in everyone's ears.

【Miracle: The Black Hole of Despair】!

The sound was like a sudden burst of eerie fire in a desolate, icy wasteland, instantly dispelling the endless darkness.