At the will of the Death Tree, another vast will likewise crossed space and descended. This one was far less willing to talk, launching a mental assault outright.
Dole pushed his meditation technique to its limit. The Death phantasm forcibly withstood the mental assault, then projected an overwhelmingly powerful force forward to meet that immense will.
"Sorov, today is the final day. Have you made up your mind?"
Sorov's will answered coldly, "Don't think that just because you've gained peak level-nine power, you can do whatever you please. This is the Death Mountains."
At once, a powerful Spirit of Death rose from within the mountains, bearing down upon Dole. This was a true Spirit of Death, its aura dozens of times greater than that of the senior elder's Spirit of Death. Deathly aura blanketed heaven and earth like the descent of the true God of Death, forming an immense oppressive presence. All other rules in this world seemed repelled by the rules of death, and the surroundings became a world of death.
Faced with such oppression of death, Dole's avatar naturally could not contend with it. He swiftly retreated and said coldly, "So this is you formally testing my patience? Everyone in the world knows that the Voodoo Organization was founded by people from your family. The Voodoo Organization wanted to overthrow my city, so I killed a few people. Then you came looking for trouble with me on their behalf, and now you're preparing to break the agreement. Do you really think I don't dare kill?"
Sorov fell silent. He understood the fury of a peak level-nine being all too well. He himself was peak level nine, and knew exactly what it felt like to be targeted by one—it was impossible to guard against. Especially someone like Dole, who