Dole's eyes had never been clearer.
Terror Ivan looked at Dole and sighed inwardly. As expected of a level nine—he had unleashed all his terrifying might, pushed fear to its utmost limit, and still had no effect whatsoever on the other party.
This was an exceptionally powerful level nine. One had to know that even an ordinary level nine would need to meet his phantom of fear with their full strength.
His opponent was powerful.
But the other side should have been held back by the Chaos Demon Venerable. It was time for him to make his move as well.
He had comprehended several minor rules within the Rule of Fear, all of them having reached over ninety percent mastery: intimidation, deterrence, and weakening. Yet, judging from the current situation, none of them were of any use against his opponent. Now, he could only clash in raw power.
With that thought, his heart stirred.
At that moment, Dole saw the terrifying phantom of magic power move.
In Dole's vision, four powerful chains of rules lay upon the terrifying phantom—three enormous chains and one somewhat weaker rule chain.
The three immense chains constantly radiated a powerful aura, intimidating the mind, weakening the opponent's spiritual power, and cowing the opponent's will. He had only managed to suppress the other party's power by invoking the Rule of Lightning, which showed that the Rule of Lightning stood above the other party's rules.
At this moment, he saw the phantom move. The other party suddenly seized the three rule chains in its hands and, with a casual swing, lashed them toward him.
This was an attack on the level of rules. Yet in the material world, all that could be seen was the magic phantom raising a hand and lightly thrusting its hooked sickle forward.