Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Cough cough—"

Dago coughed violently, spitting out some blood and the remains of his internal organs. The energy spheres within his body, like a white sun, continuously released warm power, striving to repair his injured body.

Dago barely managed to crawl out of the large pit where his body was embedded. When he looked up, he realized that the stone statue blocking his way was the oldest, most cracked, and seemingly about to collapse completely in the next second.

He shook his head. Heaven knows how much closer his collision had brought the slumbering spirit of the shaman within the statue to its demise.

He silently apologized to himself, then staggered to his feet.

At this moment, accompanied by a series of heavy footsteps, the culprit that directly caused his miserable state slowly emerged from the shadows beneath the statue of the Dragon Shaman Baháphus.

Only then could Dago see the creature in its entirety—a massive, elegant body, undulating scales, broad, curtain-like wings, and thorn-like, sharp horns.

Except for the tail, which was completely bare, as if a section had been forcibly bitten off by something.

The creature before them was clearly a legendary dragon!

A giant, dark silver dragon.

It was much smaller than the statue of the dragon shaman Bahafus, but it was still large enough for Dago.

Compared to the dark silver tailless dragon, Dago was as insignificant as a pebble under a giant's foot. Even across an entire square, Dago could still clearly feel the overwhelming, soul-piercing aura emanating from the other.

Terrifying Dragon Might!

"Damn it!"

Dago's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

Before Evaque went in, he hadn't been told that such a terrifying creature was hiding in the plaza on this floor.

Live.

A living dragon!

It might be "dead," and right now it's just the other party's soul; he couldn't be sure, but it made no difference to him. The slight power that the dark silver tailless dragon had just displayed was enough to prove itself—

No matter what state it's in now, it can easily beat Dago to a pulp!

How could a mere third-ring wizard possibly contend with a legendary dragon?!

After emerging from the shadows, the dark silver dragon immediately locked its gaze on Dago.

His eyes were as fiery as before, filled with a kind of desire and greed that Dago couldn't understand.

It flapped its dragon wings and roared as it swooped down toward Dago. With just this one movement, a fierce gale immediately rose in the square, as if to sweep away all obstacles between it and Dago!

Dago gritted his teeth and started running wildly around the square.

Faced with this legendary creature, and having already experienced its ruthless methods once, Dago had no intention of confronting it head-on.

He tried to use the terrain to circle around the dark silver tailless dragon, stalling for time until Evaque emerged from the trial, and then take him away from this hellish place!

The expectation is beautiful, but reality is often cruel.

The dark silver dragon spread its wings and cast a large, moving shadow across the square. Its speed was incredible. Even though Dago stretched his figure into a blurry black line, the dragon only took less than two breaths to catch up with him.

"[Ancient Ice]!"

As he watched his figure being rapidly swallowed by the shadow beneath his feet, and feeling an overwhelming and heavy pressure from above, Dago let out a low roar. His barely healed body emitted a series of bone-crackling sounds as he quickly activated the bloodline of the Despair Winter Dragon within him, entering the combat state of [Ancient Ice].

Large clumps of dark blue frost surged from his body, and behind his increasingly tall and slender frame, the phantom of the Despairing Winter Dragon faintly appeared.

Dago came to an abrupt stop and turned around abruptly.

Countless dragon-scale-like patterns covered his handsome face, which was tinged with a hint of evil and allure, and his pupils emitted a strange light.

In an instant, boundless magical energy surged from his body, and the churning black-blue frost around him condensed into the outlines of ice magic.

[Multiple Prisms] Sigil blessing.

An ancient, icy realm took shape, then collapsed rapidly.

With the blessing of the [Empty Mind Extreme] state, the [Winter Star in the Palm] series of preliminary techniques were completed in less than a breath.

A deep blue sphere of light, condensed from an entire ancient snow kingdom, appeared, intertwined with streaks of dark blue light, and large swathes of dazzling and beautiful ice flowers surged forth.

Without any external free energy particles to support him, Dago could only rely on the frost energy generated by his own bloodline to construct this spell.

Its power has been reduced by more than 50% compared to its normal state, but it is still terrifying.

When Dago raised his hand and hurled the ice magic spell, which carried his many ambitions, towards the dark silver tailless dragon swooping down from above, the dragon merely made a forward grabbing motion.

"Click-clack—"

Dago's "Winter Star in the Palm" was easily crushed by the dark silver tailless dragon as if it were a fragile bubble!

"Bang!"

As the sphere of light exploded, countless swirling currents of cold air dissipated, and Dago's dark blue hair danced wildly in the wind.

"Hiss—"

He remained motionless, uttering strangely trembling incantations. With his arms outstretched, drops of crimson blood tinged with blue flew from his body and quickly merged into the void before him.

In an instant, countless dissipating cold currents in the void were all gathered together by an invisible force.

On the plaza beneath the feet of the man and the dragon, countless solid ice crystals formed and instantly transformed into a smooth, mirror-like ice lake.

Within this icy lake, a ferocious "Winter Despair Dragon," with a blurred form yet exuding an aura of ancient majesty and dominance, slowly emerged.

At that moment, a thick, pillar-like dark blue lightning bolt suddenly fell from the void above the plaza, and a sense of miracle quietly emerged.

At this moment, Dago, who was looking up at the dragon, had a ferocious expression on his face, and his eyes were burning with fierce fighting spirit and madness.

The ferocity of the Winter Dragon bloodline, born from despair, was fully unleashed.

Dago raised his hand to the sky, and the enormous, ferocious, dark silver tailless dragon was "grasped" in his palm.

The five slender, fair fingers, each one seemingly corresponding to the head of an ancient giant serpent.

Dago clasped his five fingers together.

Within the consciousness space, the [Multiple Prisms] seal flickered rapidly, emitting a groaning sound as if it were struggling under the strain; on the character panel, the progress value of the [Mirror Soul] spell began to slowly increase little by little.

At the same time, on the frigid ice lake, the ancient and majestic phantom of the Despairing Winter Dragon roared to the sky, then fiercely bit at the dark silver dragon shadow in the center!

"Secret Technique -

【The Devouring Bite of the Desperate Winter Dragon】!

The enormous dragon shadow reflected in Dago's eyes spoke coldly.

Unfortunately, this is in the realm of spirits.

If this spell were outside the realm of spirits, it would be effective.

It should have already fully entered the realm of "miracle".