The bald wizard hurried along the transport tunnel until he reached a dim pillar-and-room mining chamber.
The enormous chamber was filled with massive logs supporting the ceiling. He walked inside.
As he drew closer and closer to Dago's location, he gradually felt an incomparably frigid wind blowing from the depths.
Amid violent energy fluctuations, he could vaguely hear the low roars and shrieks of magical beasts.
He quickened his pace and finally reached the depths of the mining chamber. A battle came into view, and the target was right in the middle of it.
The handsome youth in blue robes floated in midair. Delicate pale-blue patterns had grown across his smooth cheeks and neck. Surging frost energy swirled around him, waves of cold radiating outward from his body.
Holding a crystalline ice sword, he continuously slashed out howling cross-shaped sword winds and enormous spheres of ice resembling spiraling vortices. The entire battlefield had completely become a land of ice and snow.
Below him, a strange magical beast resembling an oversized bat was being crushed beneath the youth's relentless barrage of spells, barely able to lift its head.
Its two black-red fleshy wings were covered in thick frost, leaving it unable to fly, while more than half its body was buried beneath ice and snow.
It occasionally spat several crimson blood orbs into the air, but before they could approach the youth, they were stopped by frost-forged armor and a thick protective barrier, unable to advance even an inch.
This was a completely one-sided battle.
Watching from afar, the bald wizard's eyes revealed a hint of concealed shock.
He had witnessed more than one battle like this during the days he had spent following the youth. Although Dago was only a Mid-Stage One-Ring wizard, his strength was terrifyingly great. Even dealing