Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The pupils of the four survivors suddenly shrank. When this spiritual energy wave, as bright as the blazing sun, swept over them, they appeared so incredibly small.

"Soul sublimation, that's the mark of a formal wizard-level powerhouse. Impossible, absolutely impossible. The information from the academy should not have included a formal wizard in this mission."

Ed was pale and his eyes were glazed over. He muttered to himself.

Herid stared dumbfounded at the wizard pressing down on him, rendering him unable to move, muttering, "I'm doomed, I'm doomed..."

Although Wilton's face had turned pale, he still stood firmly in front of Hered.

Dago's mind raced as he analyzed where his only chance of survival lay.

The blood-red robe—yes, the official wizard who was bombarded by the academy dean's airship on the night the north of the city fell. Under such an attack, his strength could not possibly have remained intact.

It's even possible that the mission issued by the academy was to find the Blood Robe Wizard's healing spot by sacrificing several small teams.

"If we just hold on, the academy will definitely send reinforcements, but will they even be able to wait?"

Dago thought with a hint of despair.

Without a plan... At this moment, Dago was facing a formal wizard, and even though they were only half a step apart, the gap between them was like an insurmountable chasm.

"Yes, that's the expression. It's my favorite expression, the one that Flax, a member of the Darkblood Council, loves the most."

Flax's eerie voice, like a echo from hell, resounded. He slightly raised his spinal wand and slammed it to the ground, causing the image of blood leeches on his head to solidify a little.

The blood in the third street boiled, gradually transforming into countless blood leeches that wriggled and formed waves that surged toward the four people.

"As my blood leeches devour your flesh, I hope you feel the same despair and helplessness!"

Flax looked at the four of them with great excitement and said.

"Get moving! He's not at his peak right now, we still have a chance, we must get moving!"

Dago shouted at the three men, knowing full well that they would die if they were surrounded by the swarm of blood leeches.

Raising the ice crystal wand in his left hand, he chanted an incantation, his eyes blazing with blue-purple light. He was about to unleash the second ultimate technique he had been diligently practicing for some time: the transformation skill of the Ice Crystal Technique.

The Art of Activating Ice Crystals

The condensed ice crystals possess a simple "life," capable of spreading and growing according to his predetermined plan, or engaging in brief activity.

Influenced by the mental field of a formal wizard, ice elemental particles appeared within a mental field of vision of several meters, but there were far fewer ice elemental particles than before.

Dago could only grit his teeth, dispel the ice claw in his right hand, control the ice element stored in the Resonance spell, and forcefully cast the "Activation of Ice Crystals" spell.

Ice element particles continuously gathered towards the tip of the ice crystal, forming an ice core the size of a walnut, shimmering with a dazzling blue light.

Flax saw the ice core in Dago's hand and was initially quite surprised, but then his expression became even more excited.

Dargo's Ice Crystal Wand fired ice cores at the ground. The ice cores sank into the ground, and countless ice energies flowed underground, forming a spider web-like network.

"Rise!" Dago shouted, and a towering ice crystal chimney, over ten meters high and with a base diameter of twenty meters, rose from the ground, enveloping the four of them.

The blood leech wave was kept out, but the blood leeches stuck to the ice crystal chimneys, absorbing the power of the ice element, and then froze into blood leech crystals.

It's like the waves constantly crashing against the lighthouse on the shore, one wave after another.

He knew the ice crystal chimney wouldn't last long, but it could buy him some precious time.

Dago, panting heavily, kept taking out low-level mental potions from his storage ring and gulping them down.

"The ice crystal chimney won't last five minutes. If we don't find another way, we'll all die here."

Ed and Wilton's expressions changed. They were not even as good as an eighteen-year-old child. If Dargo hadn't reacted first, the three of them would probably be dead by now.

Hered's performance was even worse; he was so frightened by the life-or-death crisis that he wet himself. Wilton looked at his disappointing son and sighed.

The two of them took out medicine to help those who needed to recover and those who needed to be healed.

Five minutes is neither a long nor a short time. As the energy from the underground ice core continues to flow into the ice crystal chimney, its height is constantly decreasing.

When there were only ten meters left, Dago's complexion became much rosier, indicating that his mental strength had recovered considerably.

He addressed the three men with a stern expression: "Next, I will perform another spell. It will take a long time to cast and will be extremely powerful. I request that you grant me one minute to complete the spell."

The three nodded in agreement and stood protectively in front of Dago.

Dargo pointed his ice crystal wand to the sky, enduring the intense pain caused by the sudden depletion of his mental energy, as a large amount of air above his head was enveloped and compressed by his mental energy.

The air above the ice crystal chimney was drawn away and then poured back in, making a low, whirring sound.

With a loud "boom," the ice crystal chimney collapsed when it was less than three or four meters high. A large number of blood leeches, frozen into crystals, could be seen on the outside, but even more blood leeches swarmed up from all sides.

Ed chanted a spell, his wand drawing a circle in the air. A ring of whirlwind grew larger and rolled outwards, overturning a large number of blood leeches.

The air at the tip of Dago's Ice Crystal Wand was constantly compressed and shrank, and energy particles were constantly churning.

Even Flax felt a sense of apprehension. He raised his spinal wand and slashed it in front of him, instantly forming a giant crimson scythe that flew rapidly toward the three of them, as if death itself were urging them to their deaths.

Wilton raised his wand and chanted a spell rapidly in front of him. A giant energy shield, as large as a door, appeared and blocked the way for everyone.

"clang!"

A crisp note rang out.

The crimson giant scythe struck the energy shield heavily, shattering it. Wilton, however, knelt on one knee, coughing violently, appearing to have exhausted his mental energy.

Flax's expression was somewhat displeased. He tapped the floor with his Spine Wand again, and an invisible ripple spread out. A large number of blood leeches began to fly into the air, forming a crimson wave that rushed straight towards the four of them.

Its overwhelming presence evokes a deep sense of despair.

Thirty seconds had passed. Dargo raised his wand high, his body floated up, and he retreated rapidly, facing Flax.

Ed, his face filled with terror, turned and flew away.

However, the young wizard Herid's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the towering waves of blood.

At this critical moment, Wilton's figure, like a hidden arrow carried by a gale, rushed towards the paralyzed Hered.

His shoulder slammed into Herid's chest with a dull thud, dragging the man up with irresistible force.

Herid's boots traced messy arcs on the ground, his toes hitting the gravel without uttering a sound of pain; only the ripped collar around his neck produced soft, muffled sobs.

Wilton's forehead was damp with cold sweat, sticking to his pale, bluish brow. The fingers that had been tightly gripping his clothes were now curled into a spasmodic arc, slowly loosening and finally falling completely to the ground.

"Child, go back and take good care of your mother, with my share of the care. Don't make her cry anymore."

Wilton gripped Herrid's shoulders with both hands, as if he had made up his mind, and spoke to him with a serious expression.

Then he yelled at Ed, "Captain, catch him for me!"

With all his might and mental strength, Wilton flung Herrid toward Ed, sending him flying like a cannonball.

With tears in his eyes, the curled-up shrimp-like figure of Herede saw his father, Wilton, fall heavily to the ground, smiling at him as if bidding him a final farewell.

Only then did Herid realize what had happened and what was about to happen, and he cried out, "No, Dad!"

But it was all over, and there wasn't even a proper goodbye.

When Ed heard Wilton's shout, he turned around and saw that Hered was flying towards him. He had no choice but to open his arms and catch him hard, his body swaying in the air.

Then, when the blood wave composed of millions of blood leeches finally crashed down, only one color remained in the world.

The blood wave crashed onto Wilton, creating a reverse mist of blood, which was then swept forward by the subsequent waves.

The figure struggling inside was revealed. He only had time to open his mouth when the waves washed over his nose and mouth before the blood leeches churning in the bloody waves rushed into his throat. In the end, he and his clothes became dark red, fluffy things floating in the bloody waves.

Countless iron objects floating in the blood-red waves collided with stones, producing dull, muffled sounds.

Occasionally, partially melted limbs would roll along the blood waves on both sides of the street, eventually being sucked up and devoured, sinking into this boundless blood leech purgatory.

At that moment, Dago was suspended in the air, and he saw a father's love for his child.

Ignoring the surging waves of blood, he stared intently at Flax in front of the fifth house, lowered the ice crystal wand he held high, and aimed it at him.

At the tip of the ice crystal wand was a fist-sized flame core, surging with endless energy particles and radiating a large amount of light and heat.