Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago moved with unstoppable momentum, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest unnecessary action.

He was like a black lightning bolt of destruction, weaving and leaping through the dense enemy ranks, savagely tearing through layer after layer of gale-force wind barriers and high-voltage electric curtains.

On the scorched earth beneath him, Brontë III galloped wildly on all fours, appearing much more agile than him, turning into a gray afterimage, even faster than him.

The past few months of living together day and night and escaping side by side have fostered an unspoken understanding between the two.

As Dago had told Alazan before: he may seem like a madman indulging in endless killing, but in reality, his mind is more absolutely calm than ever before.

He had been using his mental power to consciously avoid powerful elemental spirits whose strength exceeded the third rank.

If an encounter is unavoidable, he will try to resolve it in the shortest time using the most swift and decisive means, or resolutely leave the battle, never allowing himself to fall into a certain death trap where he is surrounded and beaten by high-level monsters.

He had no idea how far he had pushed through this labyrinthine, stormy landscape.

But if Brontë III's innate intuition and Arajan's spiritual guidance were not wrong, he should now be infinitely close to the very core of this forbidden land.

Dago took a deep breath, his twin swords slashing out in a cross of black light, forcefully piercing through several waves of elemental spirits' desperate attacks.

However, his charging speed inevitably slowed down gradually.

Because within the massive battle circle he had created, the number of high-level elemental spirits of rank three and above that were attracted was becoming increasingly dense.

The previously sparse encirclement has begun to shrink until he has nowhere to escape.

"call--"

Dago slayed two Thunder Beasts that attempted to ambush him and stopped on a towering, completely crystallized rock peak.

With a blank expression, he took out several bottles of high-level healing potions from his ring, bit the bottle opening as if drinking water, and poured them into his mouth for a short but precious rest.

He raised his head and looked up into the higher void.

In their line of sight, one after another, terrifying elemental life forms appeared, some tens of meters tall, and some even over a hundred meters tall.

They were surrounded by dense, impenetrable gales and liquid lightning, and the ancient aura emanating from each of them sent shivers down Dago's spine.

However, what truly captivated Dago's attention and held his gaze firmly in place were not these high-ranking spirits comparable to fourth-circle wizards.

At this moment, his vision was completely dominated by the world-destroying scene in the far distance—

What a magnificent, great, and supreme creation it must be, one that would make mortals kneel in worship!

It was a terrifying colossal statue, ten thousand meters tall, formed entirely from hurricanes and world-destroying lightning from the heavens!

Beneath the thick, inky clouds, it was atop an endless, dazzling yet deadly purple aurora.

Countless waterfalls of lightning and molten metal cascade down its majestic body like an inverted Milky Way.

Twelve super tornadoes, reaching from the sky to the earth and powerful enough to shatter mountains, form its magnificent backbone supporting the heavens and the earth.

Its enormous ankles are deeply embedded in the earth's riddled crust, immersed in a long river of magma that is constantly gushing and boiling.

Dago couldn't see its whole picture at all.

The thick, oppressive cumulonimbus clouds obscured most of its mysterious form.

He could only vaguely see four pairs of terrifyingly large wings, as sharp as vacuum blades, slowly flapping behind it.

And that destructive tail, stretching back for who knows how many miles across the land, composed of pure lightning and electromagnetic storms.

The entire world was trembling slightly yet terrifyingly in accordance with a certain frequency.

That was its heavy, ancient breathing.

With each breath it takes in and out, a vacuum zone is created deep within the thick clouds of the sky, constantly collapsing and then bursting open!

Countless storm elemental spirits, large and small, densely surrounded it.

The scene resembled millions of devout subjects worshipping and fiercely defending their one and only king!

"The Weaver..."

Dago stared intently at the ancient and terrifying being that defied description, his dry mouth unconsciously uttering soft murmurs.

His soul trembled and screamed in danger under the godlike pressure.

But every cell in his body, every drop of boiling blood, seemed to be desperately and greedily pursuing something!

The last time I experienced this intense tearing between my soul and body was when I left the south and headed to the vast ocean on the east coast.

That time, he saw the ancient silver giant eel lurking in the deep sea.

But Dago had to admit that the shock and soul-shaking impact that the Storm Lord had given him this time far exceeded that of the sea monster by a thousand times!

In the brief moment he was distracted, several volatile storm elemental lifeforms, each over tens of meters in size, had already discovered Dago's audacious existence.

They let out furious growls that shattered the clouds, carrying destructive thunder, and madly pounced on the rocky peak where Dago was located.

Dago's eyes snapped back to focus instantly, snapping him out of his daze.

He carefully stuffed Brontë III into the spirit beast bag and put him away.

Then, he stomped his right foot heavily on the crystallized rock peak, and the entire mountain cracked open!

His figure transformed into a black streak of light that tore through the sky. Instead of retreating, he defied the overwhelming pressure and charged headlong toward the center!

It was as if it had abruptly crossed some inviolable, invisible boundary.

Wherever Dago's figure swept past, all the elemental spirits were thoroughly "enraged"!

They roared and howled, transforming into a colossal wave of death, a fusion of thunder and hurricane!

They will tear Dago, this ignorant intruder who dared to challenge the supreme authority of their king, to shreds into dust invisible to the naked eye!

Arajan's urgent, distorted voice rang frantically in Dago's ears, desperately urging him on:

"Now's the time! It's the perfect time to use your finger bones!"

"Crush it quickly! You'd better pray it doesn't discover you, or we'll be nothing but ashes!"

Dago was frighteningly calm. He pulled the pale finger bone out of his spatial ring and clenched it tightly in his palm.

But he hesitated to crush it.

He pushed the [Winter Stillness] to its limit, his figure constantly rising to its highest point amidst the storm.

He endured waves of unprecedented numbness that penetrated to his very bones, and excruciating pain that threatened to tear him apart, dancing on the edge of a knife as he desperately dodged the overwhelming onslaught of the high-level elemental spirits below.

But his gaze remained fixed, greedily and relentlessly, overcoming all obstacles, on the Storm Lord, who stood over ten thousand meters tall in the distance.

He seemed to be at the most critical moment.

Audacious ants dared to attempt to glimpse the true face of a dragon with their mortal bodies.

The mighty dragon, finally startled by the faint yet glaring noise, slowly raised its eyelids and cast a cold, merciless scrutinizing gaze.

Arajan's urging voice had turned into a desperate roar.

The golden ladybug frantically bumped around in front of the solid light barrier formed by Dago's mental energy, and several times tried to land directly on Dago's nose to forcibly interfere with him.

But Dago seemed to have been deafened and ignored it.

Finally, the fatal moment arrived.