As the last eighth-level mage departed, Dole, who had been resting in the room, slowly opened his eyes. A sharp gleam flashed through them.
Aixi opened her eyes as well. Though she had faith in Dole, she was still somewhat worried. After all, they were facing two ninth-level mages.
Standing before Dole, she slowly said, "If it truly comes to that, you can ask the Frost Divine Venerable for help."
Dole looked at her, rose to his feet, and squeezed her slender, jade-white hand. Smiling confidently, he said, "Your husband has already made every possible preparation. When have you ever seen me suffer a loss?"
Though Aixi relaxed slightly, she still thought, But those are two ninth-level mages.
One ninth-level mage could suppress an entire region, let alone two—and one of them was the notoriously infamous Chaos Demon Venerable, an existence most skilled in sneak attacks. His name resounded even across the various nations.
She had heard far less about Terror Ivan. Still, anyone capable of standing toe-to-toe with the Chaos Demon Venerable in this land could not possibly be a simple character.
With both of them targeting Dole at once, how could Aixi not worry?
Dole patted himself, and countless runes slowly rose up and settled onto his body. His magic robe shifted gently, transforming into a magical cloak that covered him from head to toe.
His entire body was hidden within the cloak, with only his two hands exposed.
He held no magic staff, because he no longer relied on one at all. No matter how fine the magic crystal was, it could not withstand the brilliance of his mental power.
Not even a ninth-level one could.
At the same time, Dole took the Frozen Throne into his hand and lightly tossed it up and down. "This is