Elder Phelps turned his head, ignoring Komps completely, and looked toward Dole.
Seeing that the negotiations between the two had failed, Dole gave a faint, wry smile.
He had already seen through the nature of these newcomers and recalled some information he had read a few days ago.
The Shaman God Family's greatest strength lay in the several True Spirit-level meditation methods they possessed, each immensely powerful. True Spirit-level meditation methods were even more powerful than ordinary top-tier meditation methods. They allowed one's mana avatar to fully merge with oneself—one became the mana avatar, and the mana avatar became oneself—allowing its power to be unleashed one hundred percent. Moreover, once a True Spirit-level method was successfully cultivated, one would be at least at the peak of the ninth level, nearly touching the Law level.
Dole had taken a look earlier. This fellow named Phelps only resembled someone at the True Spirit level, but had not truly reached it. He probably had yet to touch upon any Law.
So he had nothing to fear.
However, three clones would not be enough against an expert of this level. He could only deploy his otherworldly clone.
With that thought, his otherworldly clone moved. Like a rolling tempest, it tore through the air toward the front. Streams of wind formed around him, gathering together one after another. What seemed like feeble power swiftly condensed into the imposing force of a massive storm around him.
The storm came with lightning, fierce winds, and black clouds. A vast thundercloud spanning several kilometers formed around Dole. Lightning rumbled, wind and thunder moved together, and an aura of destruction slowly emerged within the lightning. Wherever the lightning passed, even space twisted slightly.
For dozens of kilometers in every direction, it was the same. The sky seemed shattered, and