Blasted to death by a single bolt of lightning.
Dole gave his opponent no chance whatsoever.
A force that had nearly reached the limits of space itself blew the Chaos Demon Venerable apart, leaving nothing behind.
Dole himself was pushed backward by the force of the explosion, drifting more than ten kilometers away. He kept watching that direction, his eyes fixed solely on that faint yellow line of law.
Now, within his vision, that line had completely vanished—gone without a trace.
That fellow was truly dead.
Seeing this, Dole turned and left through the darkness without looking back.
Dole did not go after Terror Ivan.
After the main body had destroyed the Chaos Demon Venerable, the clone was now converging with the main body.
Terror Ivan was still of use on this land, and the Black Market he ran was quite good. Dole had no intention of wiping him out completely; it was a meaningless thing to do. So he did not pursue him at all. He sent word through the Frost Divine Venerable, asking her to tell the other party that as long as the Black Market continued operating here, there would be no trouble.
In the darkness, the clone descended into the Wizard Tower. The next moment, the Wizard Tower accelerated through the wind and snow and vanished in an instant.
At the center of the Far North Storm.
The mental force formed by the storm spirit glanced in that direction, then shook its head repeatedly. The Path of Ruin was a power an entire level higher than the Path of Destruction—this was simply too outrageous. That young man was extraordinary.
Meditation techniques were merely the foundation; the power one ultimately comprehended depended entirely on the individual. But this young man was far too terrifying.
At the