Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago leaped up the crystallized rock face.

He hugged Brontë III tightly and rubbed its head vigorously to show his highest praise for its navigation skills.

He then gave it a handful of top-quality metal as a reward.

Then, Dago propped up his battered yet terrifyingly hot demonic body and looked arrogantly in the direction where the lamb was hesitant to move forward.

When he looked up, Dago's breath caught in his throat for a second.

He and Brontë III were now standing on the top of a very high cliff.

Below the cliff lies a vast, almost flat, scorched plain.

At this very moment, on this vast and boundless plain, hundreds of thousands, even millions, of elemental troops stand densely packed together!

Pure wind elemental life, violent electric elemental life, and a terrifying, storm-like composite life form where wind and electricity intertwine!

The moment Dago stood atop the cliff, thousands upon thousands of cold, brutal gazes were cast upon him.

All the elemental life forms were watching him silently.

Countless waves of consciousness, filled with destructive malice, converged in the sky to form an invisible tsunami that crushed souls.

It was a series of burning and stinging sensations that could drive an ordinary wizard mad instantly.

The subtle popping sounds from the friction of countless elemental bodies converged into a raging gale and thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth!

It was as if an ancient god was swinging a drumstick as thick as a mountain range, striking heavily, one strike after another, a war drum that covered the heavens and the earth.

Dago stared intently at the vast, seemingly endless ocean of elements below.

His body was trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the physiological tremors caused by extreme excitement and boiling fighting spirit.

His lips slowly parted to reveal a cruel smile that was both arrogant and extreme.

"It's not too late for you to turn back now."

Arajan, who had been silent for a long time, finally broke the dead silence in his mind, his tone filled with unprecedented solemnity and admonition.

"Going back, even if it means enduring hardship on the edge, is better than dying. We can try to find other ways out."

"Alazan".

Dargo took a deep breath of the scorching air, the shock in his eyes completely fading, replaced by a chilling, extreme madness.

"The most respected and oldest shaman in the Temple of Spirits..."

Dago lowered his voice, but his demonic eyes gradually lit up.

Deep within his pupils, it seemed as if black flames were burning fiercely, consuming the world.

"You've lived so long, you must have many fascinating stories to tell, right?"

"Tell me... whatever the story is, from now on."

Dago slowly straightened his back and stretched out his limbs, which were full of explosive power.

His waist-length black hair, at this moment, fluttered wildly behind him like a demon king's battle flag.

He twisted his neck, and his cervical spine emitted a terrifying "crackling" sound, like a weapon being drawn from its sheath.

"Otherwise, the long period of fighting an entire army alone that follows would be far too boring!"

The moment he finished speaking, Dago stomped his feet down hard!

With a loud "boom", the seemingly indestructible crystallized rock wall was trampled and developed terrifying dents and cracks!

He was like a black intercontinental missile launched from its barrel, soaring high into the destructive sky filled with thunderstorms!

The black aura flowed and compressed rapidly in his hands, eventually condensing into two semi-illusory black heavy swords that exuded the power to cleave the heavens and split the earth.

At this moment, Dago has completely transformed into a world-destroying beast that has broken free of its shackles.

With an invincible and domineering air, he plunged headlong into the all-consuming elemental army with a roar that seemed to tear the sky apart.

"Boom—!!!"

A storm that shattered eardrums and a thunderous explosion rose up in the center of the plain!

A war that belonged to him alone broke out once again, brutally.

"...He's a hopeless madman."

In the void, Arahat's low sigh, tinged with shock and helplessness, echoed.

But soon, this sigh was completely drowned out by the earth-shattering sounds of fighting and roaring below.

…………

Time never stops because of anyone's life-or-death struggle.

Countless days and nights have passed quietly, like the sands of time running out.

Deep within the realm of storms.

"Boom—!"

A straight punch, devoid of any fancy moves yet carrying immense weight, was unleashed with ferocity.

The sheer purity and savagery of the physical power even created a sonic boom at the point of impact.

The Twisted Storm Spirit, which had attempted a sneak attack and was capable of instantly killing an ordinary second-circle wizard, was blasted into dust in mid-air by this terrifying force before it could even utter a scream.

Before the force of the punch had subsided, the devastating aftereffects slammed heavily into the protruding crystallized rock wall behind them.

With a loud "crack," a huge, deep hole was blasted into the seemingly indestructible rock wall.

Dago's figure flashed like a ghost, instantly disappearing into the cave.

His unparalleled mental power emanated from his body, precisely controlling the rubble and debris on the ground.

With a dazzling reassembly, the rocks were tightly kneaded together, completely sealing the cave entrance shut.

Not far away, the dozen or so terrifying elemental life forms that had been relentlessly pursuing them suddenly seemed to have gone blind.

They completely lost their sense of Dago's presence, and their bodies suddenly stopped in mid-air.

After pacing around the area agitatedly for a while, they eventually had no choice but to reluctantly disperse.

"call--"

Dago leaned against the cold rock wall and exhaled a long breath of stale air, thick with the smell of gunpowder.

He sat cross-legged inside the cave, casually picked up Brontë III, who was shivering in a corner, and held him in his arms, gently stroking him intermittently.

Compared to two months ago, his appearance has changed dramatically.

He has lost weight.

She's incredibly thin.

Her cheeks were slightly sunken, and there wasn't a trace of excess fat on her body. A thin layer of skin with a metallic texture clung tightly to her skeleton, which looked like steel bars.

But his eyes shone as brightly as stars burning in an abyss, terrifyingly so.

Even when he was just sitting there casually, he was like a peerless, deadly spear, saturated with blood and soaring into the sky.

His entire being exuded a terrifying and suffocating aura that could not be ignored.

Dargo, holding Brontë III, took out the few remaining dry biscuits from his spatial ring.

He expressionlessly stuffed the dry, crumbly piece of biscuit into his mouth and chewed it slowly and forcefully like a machine.

He sipped the precious water from the leather bag, his eyes deep, as if he were silently planning the harvest route for the next killing.

A beautiful, delicate golden ladybug suddenly flew out of his body.

It circled twice in the air before quietly landing on Brontë III's wet nose.

Perhaps feeling itchy, Brontë III wrinkled his nose and sneezed loudly.

The golden ladybug nimbly darted away and landed steadily on its head.

"Two months ago, on that plain, I really thought you were going to be torn to pieces."

Arazan's voice echoed softly in my mind, carrying a hint of lingering fear.

Dago swallowed the rough food in his mouth.

He gently shook his head, his calm voice conveying an extreme confidence that suggested he was in complete control:

"I'm not crazy, and I'm not a brainless idiot."

"As long as it is an elemental life form whose strength exceeds the fourth ring and has an overwhelming nature, I will avoid it from ten miles away in advance, and I will never provoke that bad luck."

A calm, faint smile appeared on Dago's lips:

"Look at my journey so far, it seems like I've been constantly teetering on the edge of life and death, facing countless dangers."

"But in reality, I have always firmly stepped on the line between life and death, and everything is under my absolute control."

"after all……"

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. "In this world, no one desires to live more or knows how to live better than I do."