The Light Holy See and the Dark Holy See were rather dumbfounded as well. So that was the story—Dole had long since grasped the other side's whereabouts and had merely used this opportunity to launch an assassination.
To put a supreme ninth-level being on the wanted list—wasn't that courting death?
The two factions were communicating with each other as well, discussing how to handle this matter. Putting him on the wanted list was impossible. A supreme ninth-level being was no joke. Even if a divine envoy descended, they might not necessarily be his match. A supreme ninth-level being stood only at the very pinnacle of this world, a force that surpassed the very peak and had reached the world's threshold.
Dole released his dreamscape. After waiting for a while, he withdrew it again.
He was simply telling the world: I cultivated it. So what? I haven't done anything bad.
"My Nightmare Meditation Method has already reached the ninth level, so don't provoke me unless necessary. I may have no such intentions now, but that doesn't mean I won't in the future. If possible, I will have a powerful ninth-level legion."
Dole spoke as lightly as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze, yet his words were utterly domineering.
He truly had no ninth-level subordinates at present, but that did not mean he never would. If he were pushed too far, he could casually invade a few ninth-level beings. In the future, he would be able to unleash a vast army of ninth-level forces—who could withstand that then? The greatest difference between him and the Nightmare Patriarch was that he did not truly rely on this meditation method. It was merely an auxiliary.
This was also a powerful deterrent from Dole. Its meaning was simple: don't provoke me, or I will have