Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Then let's begin!" Dago's soul steeled itself and began chanting the holy name of the Origin Moon, Artemis.

A strange ripple stirred in the mental space, as if it were anchored by an invisible anchor and then dragged along.

A phantom of a silver moon suddenly appeared outside the countless mental fogs.

It was just like the last time Ersog appeared in his mental space.

Looking through the thick fog at the hazy silver moon, the moon in the fog appears as if its light has been crushed and intertwined with the mist.

As time went by, the silvery moon in the fog grew larger and clearer.

Gradually, it filled the entire sky of Dago's mental space, like an ant looking at a white wall.

As far as the eye can see, the entire sea of ​​silver flows with a moon-like silvery glow, which is itself a cold, silvery white.

It was as if billions of tons of molten silver were being melted into a ball and lifted up by an invisible force.

The Silver Sea never roars; its magnificence lies not in its surging waves, but in its ultimate tranquility and vastness.

It's like a silver mirror forgotten by time, reflecting the cycle of the spirit world and sealing away all the secrets that have sunk within it.

In the eternal silence, it gently embraces everything with its own grandeur.

What's even more unsettling is the "breathing" of the Silver Sea; every so often, the entire silver sea will ripple slightly.

It wasn't waves, but rather like a giant silver lung expanding.

At this point, you can see black veins flowing deep underwater.

That was the energy of the Seven Deadly Sins writhing beneath the Silver Sea, each pulsation causing the silver light on the surface of the sea to alternate between light and darkness.

It was as if countless silver candles were simultaneously lit and extinguished at the bottom of the water.

However, Dago's mental space seemed unable to integrate into the Silver Sea, remaining isolated like a floating object.

At this moment, the silver sea hangs upside down above Dago's mental space. The seawater is not liquid, but rather a semi-solidified silver syrup.

It's unclear whether the mental space fell into the sea of ​​silver, or the sea of ​​silver climbed up the sky above the mental space.

Whenever the Sea of ​​Silver breathes, fine silver foam rises at the boundary between it and the spiritual space.

The silvery droplets traced arcs in the air, then broke apart, transforming into a shimmering silver mist.

Silver mist was constantly filling Dago's mental space.

As the third breath came, a black dot drifted across the silver sea.

It fell straight down from the boundary towards the gray sun where Dago's soul was located.

It wasn't until the black dot kept getting bigger and gradually took on a human shape that Dagger could see what it was.

It was a small creature, only slightly taller than a human.

He has a ferocious face with sharp facial features, prominent cheekbones, and deep-set eyes.

His eyes were like burning fireballs, flashing with a blood-red light.

It reveals endless madness, bloodlust, and a thirst for killing.

Its nose is flat and wide with wide-open nostrils, and its mouth is broad and filled with sharp fangs.

These fangs are jagged, some even protruding from the corners of the mouth, ready to tear apart the enemy's flesh at any moment.

Its skin was not simply red, but rather appeared as if it had been soaked in blood countless times.

It presents a dark and mottled blood red color, as if every inch of its skin is telling a bloody story.

Beneath that blood-red skin, faint blue veins could be seen winding like twisted vines, through which the energy of rage flowed.

They wore no armor, only bound together with iron chains the broken animal hides or bone fragments.

They fight directly with their biting teeth and tearing claws, and their mouths are always covered with saliva and bits of flesh.

Dago could tell at a glance that this was a raging demon, a manifestation of pure, rageful emotion.

If one's soul is killed by such a demon, or if one's spiritual core is invaded by it...

Then Dago in the real world would also die, becoming a shell with only rage left.

The raging demon landed on the surface of the gray sun, which was hundreds of meters in diameter. The raging energy beneath its blood-red skin collided and dissolved with the energy of the gray sun, producing a sizzling sound.

"Boom!" A gray wave, resembling a solar corona, surged up from the gray sun, crushing and merging with the enraged demon.

Just when Dago thought he was safe and sound, he saw dark red veins surge in the silver sea that had transformed into the sky.

It looked like an eye blinked.

Countless black dots plummeted straight down from the sky onto the gray sun hidden in the dark clouds, like a torrential downpour of red rain.

Dago's dark, inky eyes gazed at the overwhelming, sweeping red rainstorm.

The mist raven cooed excitedly, shaking its misty feathers.

"A single punch can save you from a hundred more," Dago muttered to himself.

He must devote himself entirely to this battle.

Then Gugu leaped off Dago's shoulder and flew out into the gray sun.

During its flight, it grew larger and larger, gradually transforming into a creature with a wingspan of three meters and emanating a misty aura.

It was hidden in the black clouds, its two blood-red eyes like warning lights of death waiting to reap lives.

Countless enraged demons descended upon the gray sun, layer upon layer, their very existence defined by the thought of "dying on the way to the charge."

To proclaim the power of rage with one's own blood.

They scratched with their claws and bit with their sharp teeth, determined to break through the gray sun and devour the souls within.

Dago controls the surface of the Gray Sun, unleashing a violent storm of ash particles.

The gray sun spewed out a large amount of gray waves, forming a massive energy burst similar to a solar flare.

Countless bursts of gray energy transformed into raging "flames," completely "igniting" the gray sun!

Large numbers of enraged demons were reduced to ashes and fell into the gray sun; some were blown away, passing through the black clouds and plunging into the sea of ​​despair.

They were pulled directly into the depths by countless arms in the Sea of ​​Despair.

But this burning of the ash sun was like a powerful attack. After consuming a large amount of mental energy, Dago only felt pain!

Intense pain that penetrates to the very soul!

Even Dago's soul form's face twitched violently, but he forced himself to endure it.

Countless enraged demons swept in again, crawling on the surface of the gray sun and gnawing and eroding it.

The Mist Raven, Gugu, began to move, completely vaporizing its body.

It transformed into a wisp of gray mist and merged into the black clouds, splitting into nine raven mist shadows identical to its original form.

Ten ravens, shrouded in mist, began their hunt around the gray sun.

One of the ravens cawed loudly, and countless wisps of mist enveloped the surface of the gray sun.

Ten mist ravens appeared and disappeared in the thick fog like ghosts.

Some used their sharp beaks to peck the heads off the raging demons, while others used their claws to tear apart their bodies.

The raging ghosts deal very little damage to the mist ravens because the mist-enchanted ravens are immune to physical attacks.

Ten mist ravens, like efficient hunting machines, swiftly cleared away the raging ghosts from the surface of the gray sun.

Although it is somewhat inadequate for a gray sun with a diameter of nearly 300 meters.

However, this bought Dago valuable time, as he controlled the Grey Sun to devour large amounts of Silver Mist.

This is the key to whether he can turn the tide.