Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

It was as if a speck of dust had struck a massive meteorite, but the result was that both bounced off to the sides.

Amidst the surging air currents, a deafening dragon roar resounded. Dago landed heavily, his body unable to stop his backward movement, his feet carving two deep grooves into the ground of the stone statue square.

"spit!"

Dago spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his blood surging like a raging tide, and large clumps of black mist rolling around him. He shook his fist, his fingers spreading and then clenching again, his eyes shining like blue fire diamonds.

"Again."

Dago stomped his foot and shot out like a cannonball, his black mist and long hair stretching behind him like the tail flames of a black meteor streaking across the sky.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The two figures, one human and one dragon, collided and separated repeatedly, then collided again and separated once more.

The void trembled, and the sound waves rolled. If one ignored the huge difference in size between the two sides, the scene looked like two peerless ferocious beasts fighting fiercely.

"Bang!"

After another collision, Dago was sent flying backward.

He took a deep breath, his arms hanging down naturally, covered in blood and wounds that had burst open due to the force of the recoil. Dark red granulation tissue was growing rapidly from these wounds, intertwining with each other like living things, and quickly healing under the continuous flow of life.

It must be admitted that even with the [First Layer of the Conch Palace] and control of the "Advanced" [Cold Element], there is still a certain gap between him and legendary species like dragons in terms of pure physical strength.

Dago was in an unprecedentedly cheerful mood. Even without entering the state of [Radiant Sun], the primal fighting instinct awakened deep within his bloodline still made his fighting spirit burn like fire.

"In the ancient times, how many wizards in the entire wizarding world could fight a dragon hand-to-hand like me?!"

The energy guidance system of the [First Layer of the Conch Palace] is many times more sophisticated than his original barbaric and crude compression method.

At this moment, Dago's body was like an ancient and sophisticated instrument, with countless dark blue tubes connecting his entire body. With each breath, he could unleash a vast and powerful life force like the ocean.

Dago's eyes were burning. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his arms, which had already healed.

Every inch of his skin and every muscle seemed to have been forged through countless hammer blows, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura under the light.

The physical magic marks belonging to the [cold element] continued to grow on his body, and more black mist emerged.

He clasped his hands together, placing the two rune roots in the palms of his hands together in front of his chest. The billowing black mist surrounding him immediately surged and then gradually condensed above Dago's head into a huge, ancient and peculiar black battle axe.

On the surface of the battle axe, a rune pattern belonging to the [Cold Element] is gradually taking shape.

This is a new offensive tactic that Dago unlocked after perfectly mastering the "Cold Element" of advancing to the "Advanced" level by relying on his "Ancient Blue Demon Body".

The mysterious black mist that makes up this method is a power that Dago has never encountered before.

It originated from him and seemed to be a mixture of despair energy, blood, bone marrow, and a portion of soul power.

Dago named it "Spirit".

It may not be that accurate; it's just a simplified way of defining it.

The black battle axe was fully formed, absorbing all the black mist. Fragments of black arcs and flames swirled around the axe blade, and wisps of black smoke hung down, connecting with Dago's body.

An ancient and terrifying pressure slowly emanated from the black battle axe.

The distant dragon roar suddenly stopped.

Dago looked up and saw a pair of dragon eyes filled with a hint of horror and trembling.

Dago exhaled, and there was a strange sense of fusion between him and the black battle axe above his head, as if it were an integral part of his body, without any obstruction or stagnation.

"I haven't used this ability in a long time."

His gaze swept across his character panel, lingering briefly on "Snowy Sword Domain".

During his apprenticeship, this was one of his strengths, but as his magical abilities improved, his proficiency in this skill stagnated for a long time.

Unexpectedly, it will be used again.

Although it is a basic swordsmanship, after reaching the limit of the advanced technique, it provides Dago with more control over his body and cold weapons, which is equally suitable for use with the battle axe.

Dago's gaze was fixed on the dark silver tailless dragon in the distance, its long black hair dancing wildly behind it, and flames and vine patterns growing on its body, radiating an invisible power.

He calmly took a step forward, his figure leaving a blurry trail of light in the void. His black battle axe followed closely, reaching the dragon in an instant, and then he raised his hand to make a downward slashing motion.

"Whoosh—"

The battle axe cleaved downwards, black arcs of light and flames dancing, creating ripples in the void, silent and still, like black lightning striking down.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

The dark silver tailless dragon roared, flapped its wings, and raised its claws, reaching straight for the descending lightning axe light.

"Click—"

Accompanied by a sound as if something were breaking, a deafening dragon roar exploded.

The enormous dragon shadow soared into the air, stirring up a violent torrent. Dago, carrying his axe, flew backward, squinting his eyes. He immediately saw that the tip of one of the dark silver tailless dragon's claws was smooth, clearly having been severed by his axe strike!

There was no blood or broken claws left on the ground. The wound on the broken claw of the dark silver dragon was a deep black, with specks of light gathering on it, as if a new claw was about to be formed.

"It really is a soul!"

Dago's eyes narrowed. He had long suspected that the giant dragon that had appeared out of nowhere might be some ancient spirit, after all, this was the realm of spirits.

Previously, in order to protect Evaque's Soul Plate from damage, he withstood a blow from its dragon claw and heard it talking to the many shaman statues in the square. He recognized that the voice was the same one he had overheard talking to the dragon shaman Bahafus in the dream realm of the dragon shaman Bahafus's legacy.

It attacked itself, seemingly with the aim of taking over its own body so it could leave the place.

Dago was unaware of the other party's identity. If Evaque were present, he might be able to recognize the other party's origins. However, given that the other party was present in the stone statue plaza on the fifth floor and could directly communicate with a group of spirit shamans and shaman leaders, he must be a figure of extraordinary status in the Temple of Spirits, even if he was not a shaman leader.

Each attack from the jet-black battle axe consumes a tremendous amount of Despair Energy.

Dago silently estimated that, assuming he remained unaffected, he could launch at most two more attacks like the one before.

"Twice should be enough."

Dago stared at the dark silver dragon in the distance, which was roaring in fury because of its broken claw, and a hint of ambition suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Perhaps I have the chance to slay the dragon today!"

"Even if what we slaughter is just the soul of a giant dragon that has lived for countless years and whose power has weakened considerably."

Slaying the dragon.

This is a feat that so many people dreamed of in their youth!