Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

I don't know how much time has passed.

It felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like an eternity.

"Click click click—"

On a snow-covered wilderness, a huge ice sculpture cracked open with countless fissures, and finally exploded with a "bang," from which a tall and slender figure leaped out.

"call--"

Dago landed firmly on his feet and exhaled puffs of white breath.

At this moment, he was completely naked, his perfect physique exposed in the daylight, fully displaying his primal, masculine beauty.

Dago is in good condition now. His physical strength seems to have increased significantly. Although the energy orbs in his body have been consumed quite a bit, it is much better than the terrible situation where he was almost "drained" before.

But at this moment, Dago's focus was not on any of these things.

He explored himself and sensed a gleaming, circular mark, resembling both a snowflake and an ice shard, emerging deep within his soul.

"Winter Star".

Dago stared at the mark and murmured to himself.

He had almost forgotten about the Soul Seal [Winter Star] that was passed down to the "Ice Prison Cold Palace" family.

Dago closed his eyes and, through the mark, faintly sensed a distant calling.

He then carefully felt the icy chill brought by the "Winter Star" around him.

His power seemed different from that of the "Beheilite" bloodline, but he couldn't quite put his finger on the difference.

"This power can directly extinguish the 'Nirvana Flame' belonging to Tracy's Phoenix bloodline. Even compared to the ancient overlords who dominated the frost, the Despair Winter Dragon bloodline is in no way inferior."

Dago was touched. When he received the Soul Seal, the mission he was assigned to Maper was still far from its deadline.

"Click-clack—"

Just then, the sound of ice cracking suddenly rang out behind us.

Upon hearing this voice, Dago's eyes instantly turned cold, and a fierce killing intent burst forth from them.

He vanished from the spot almost the instant the sound rang out, and then reappeared.

"boom!"

On the frosty wilderness, a massive ice sculpture shattered with a deafening roar, sending up billowing clouds of ice dust.

Dago stood tall and imposing, his robust and handsome physique like a jagged, towering iceberg, his long hair dancing wildly, and one arm raised.

Facing the outline of the sun, five fingers gripped tightly around a girl's neck.

"hiss--"

Dargo locked Tracy's throat with his right hand, while his left hand formed a knife with his fingers together. The revived titanium and frost condensed into the sharp edge of the blade between his fingers, and he grabbed at Tracy with a cold and ruthless look.

The latter struggled violently, emitting a piercing shriek, and flailed its arms, displaying surprisingly skillful close-quarters combat techniques.

But given the vast difference in strength, Tracy's little resistance was as insignificant to Dargo as an infant in an adult's arms.

"Click—click—"

With two crisp cracking sounds, Tracy's two fair, lotus-root-like arms fell limply to the ground.

Dargo quickly froze her legs again, then coldly stabbed Tracy between the eyebrows.

If this blow lands squarely, Tracy's pretty little head will explode like a crushed watermelon.

Having faced two life-or-death crises in succession, Dargo's murderous intent towards Tracy had reached an unprecedented level.

He had a hundred, a thousand reasons to kill Therese on the spot!

however.

"Buzz—"

When Dago's fingertips touched Tracy's forehead, a mysterious and complex rune suddenly lit up on her smooth and full forehead.

Dago also felt a burning heat between his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain came from between my eyebrows.

With a little more force, the stinging sensation became more pronounced, as if he were stabbing his own forehead while stabbing Tracy's!

"Boom!"

An inexplicable force erupted, and both of their bodies were forced backward.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

Dargo reached out and caught the drops of blood dripping from his forehead, looking at Tracy with an incredulous gaze, seeking an answer.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, he could sense an extremely strange bond connecting him and Tracy closely.

They can sense each other's most subtle emotional changes, thought fluctuations, and even tactile sensations.

As if born of the same body, like twins who are naturally in sync and share everything.

They have the most intimate relationship in the world.

This connection is also intertwined with the blood ties flowing in their veins, the hatred between sworn enemies, mortal enemies, and natural enemies, as well as the grudges that arose from past interactions.

Extreme intimacy, and extreme hatred.

The two extremely contradictory emotions were mixed together, leaving Dargo momentarily at a loss as to how to deal with Tracy in front of him.

Tracy clearly felt the same way he did.

She was even more extreme than Dago.

First, she stood there blankly for a while, then, as if having a mental breakdown, she pounced on Dago, yelling and roaring like a mad mother beast, waving her arms and legs and even using her mouth, determined to fight him to the death.

Dago snorted and kept countering her attacks.

This time, however, things were not as easy as before. Ever since the strange runes between their brows lit up, no matter what harm he caused Tracy, his own body would inexplicably suffer the same pain.

Neither of them was willing to back down, and they engaged in a primal and savage close-quarters battle on the frost-covered plains, forgetting even their identities as wizards.

As the sun set and starlight filled the sky, a crescent moon rose from the horizon.

The two, now "battered and bruised," finally stopped fighting.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Dago sat on the newly sprouted grass, slowly calming his breathing and mobilizing the life force within his body to quickly repair his injuries.

About ten meters away from him, Tracy looked utterly dejected.

Suddenly, he gave a bitter laugh, looked at Dago, and muttered in a tone of utter despair, "How could I have entered into a 'symbiotic' contract with a guy like you?"