Dago stepped through the void, walking one step at a time toward the Third-Ring Wizard he had nailed to the high wall with his spear.
With every step he took, visible ripples spread through the air beneath his feet, as if space itself were groaning under the utterly concentrated mental pressure.
His expression was calm as he lightly raised his right hand and curled his fingers around empty air.
"Clang—"
The silver-white spear entwined in flames on the high wall began to tremble and hum.
The eerie blue-white cold fire of [Iceflame] intertwined with the silver gleam of titanium metal along the spear's shaft, greedily eroding the victim's wounds.
The Third-Ring Wizard whose body had been pierced opened his mouth wide, making hoarse gasping sounds from his throat. He seemed to want to say something—perhaps beg for mercy, perhaps curse him.
But it was too late.
His body rapidly blurred, and then, with a faint pop, he vanished completely, expelled from the Fairy Ancient City.
Only a massive multicolored orb remained. It was the condensed essence of a Third-Ring Wizard's entire soul, the only hard currency in this brutal struggle.
The orb swiftly merged into Dago's body like a drop of water flowing into the sea, stirring only an insignificant ripple.
Dago casually caught the Yitai spear as it flew back to him. The instant it touched his palm, the spear transformed into silver liquid, flowing up his arm and merging back into the indestructible Silver Ice armor.
Great billows of gray smoke rose from outside the body wrapped in Silver Ice armor.
Like ancient, tattered burning banners, they encircled his entire body and radiated a despairing aura that made hearts tremble.
In the deathly silent field, the two Third-Ring Wizards who had been pursuing Feilie Galong rapidly retreated.
Without