Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Boom!"

Suddenly, billowing ice dust erupted in the arena, and raging flames rose fiercely once more in unwillingness!

Lumian let out a long, beast-like howl, raising his Crystalfire Staff high into the air.

He summoned even more fire crystals recklessly, regardless of the cost.

His aura suddenly surged several times over!

The dark clouds in the sky hung heavily, seemingly merging with the rising black fog and shadows below.

Thicker, amethyst-colored spider spears emerged from the darkness, with eerie black patterns spreading and growing wildly on their surfaces.

Both Cooper and Lumian were now pushed to the edge of a cliff.

They unleashed their full power as fourth-ring wizards without reservation!

The two occupied one end of the sky, forming a pincer movement that strangled each other.

They transformed their force fields and magical domains into a raging torrent of destruction, relentlessly crushing Dago at the center.

Faced with the two men's desperate struggle, Dago simply pointed a finger indifferently.

The ice ball formed by 【Winter Star in the Palm】exploded on the spot!

The terrifying energy pressure that was detonated was like a heavy hammer, forcefully smashing a gap in the magical field between the two!

Black, octagonal snowflakes fluttered down, while an ancient, icy aura rose wildly from the bottom up.

The phantom of an ancient overlord, inheriting noble blood, quietly raised its proud head amidst the raging energy turbulence.

Flame, darkness, and frost—three world-destroying forces—constantly collide and erode this void.

Interspersed among them are many other complex magical powers from other systems cast by Dago.

The edge of the Storm Realm is a chaotic place where energy rages.

Now, this area is being stirred up like boiling paste by the terrifying magical fluctuations of the three people.

Three figures appeared and disappeared amidst countless deadly energy turbulence.

If an uninformed bystander saw this apocalyptic scene, they would be absolutely certain that it was a deadly battle between top-tier fourth-ring wizards.

But who can know the cruel truth behind this?

This was actually two veteran fourth-ring wizards joining forces to besiege a mere third-ring young wizard!

"Boom!"

Directly above the battlefield, a small patch of rolling dark clouds suddenly became unusually thick.

In an instant, all the raging thunder and storms around were completely cleared away by some supreme energy!

An intense, forbidden aura of death surged forth. Deep blue lightning tore through the sky, crashing down from the heavens!

This has transcended the clash of mortal magic; this is a true divine punishment descending!

The moment the lightning struck, the ridiculous dignity of the fourth-ring wizard was utterly crushed in the terrifying, deep blue aura of the heavens!

"This is impossible?!"

Within the battle, someone let out a low, piercing roar filled with terror and disbelief.

Immediately following, a semi-illusory ancient winter dragon phantom forcefully tore through layers of energy streams.

They emerged quietly from the chaos, carrying with them an evil, domineering, and icy aura of supreme power.

The giant python stretched out its neck and hissed wildly, its voice shaking the heavens!

Then, they all opened their blood-red mouths and fiercely tore at a certain spot in the center of the battle!

"Click—"

"boom!"

The chaotic center of the battlefield exploded, unleashing a terrifying torrent of turbulent currents.

Amidst an apocalyptic scene, a majestic iceberg rapidly rises from the ground, piercing the sky!

A figure dressed in a purple robe with spider patterns fled in a disheveled state from the chaotic explosion.

He stumbled and flew to the edge of the battlefield, where he struggled to erect a cracked magical energy shield, barely managing to stabilize his trembling body.

At this moment, Cooper's face no longer held any of the elegance and composure he once possessed, which resembled that of an ancient nobleman.

His pale face was filled with deep panic and horror.

Instead of taking the opportunity to escape, he suddenly turned around, his eyes fixed on the spot where the iceberg was rising in the distance.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

The expression on his face grew increasingly shocked, and he found it harder and harder to accept this cruel reality.

Finally, the dust settled at the heart of the battle.

That despairing scene was laid bare before his eyes—

In the desolate void, a deep blue iceberg covered with black veins stood out from nowhere.

The iceberg exudes a strong aura of ancient taboo, as if it has existed since time immemorial.

Within that transparent, solid ice, a figure in red robes and with red hair was completely frozen in time.

That's Lumian.

His face was still frozen in the expression of shock, horror, and despair he had before his death.

Several strange chainsaw tentacles, as if cast in gold and still spinning rapidly, pierced through the thick ice and cruelly pierced through Lumian's entire chest!

The icy, bone-chilling ice, paired with the boiling, cutting golden chain saw, creates this cruel picture called death!

The once-powerful fourth-ring warrior tragically perished, becoming a blood-stained cornerstone adorning the victor's invincible throne!

At the ends of these golden tentacles, a handsome young man in black robes with white hair coldly turned his gaze over.

There was no pity in his eyes, only the indifference of a god looking down on ants.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."

Cooper stared at the nightmarish scene, his expression momentarily dazed.

His teeth chattered, and he kept muttering to himself, as if his spirit had suffered an irreparable blow.

"How could someone from the mere Third Ring Road possibly comprehend the miraculous power of the Law Domain?"

"What makes you think you possess mental strength comparable to a mid-stage fourth-ring cultivator?!"

His right hand, which was gripping the black staff tightly, was trembling violently.

His sharp nails dug deep into his flesh, almost drawing blood, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

In a split second, Cooper seemed to suddenly realize something.

He seemed to have thought of something extremely terrifying, and his expression instantly became incredibly ferocious.

He stared intently at the handsome young man before him, his voice cracking as he demanded:

"You're not Dago! You're not?!"

"Who are you?!"

"Where is the real Dago?!"

"Pfft—"

Golden tentacles, flowing with scorching magma, slowly emerged from Lumian's completely frozen body.

A trail of grim, blood-red ice shards flew up from the tentacles.

Dago strode through the void, step by step, slowly walking towards the collapsing Cooper.

His expression remained calm and composed, just as it had been at the beginning of the battle.

"As a fourth-ring miracle wizard."

Dago's voice echoed in the aftershocks of the storm, as soft as a sigh, yet every word was piercing: "Your fighting spirit is far too weak."