Rival
This was bad.
He looked toward the Dark Empire and happened to see Gabriel beyond the neighboring border in the distance, his face green with nausea.
They were about to share a border. He should go over and take a look first. Just as he was about to move, a ninth-level figure came speeding over from within the empire in the distance, flying this way. Another ninth-level figure arrived with him.
A full three ninth-levels. With only a glance exchanged, the three of them flew toward the border together.
Dole had no interest in what was happening on the ground. At this moment, he wielded a scythe as he fought fiercely against the Goat-Headed Man.
The Goat-Headed Man excelled with the spear, and his spear techniques were incredibly fierce and exquisite. His attacks concentrated all their power at a single point, making him far more troublesome than Sorov. With one thrust, even the void rippled and split open with spatial cracks. If Dole was so much as grazed, he would suffer an indelible wound.
Thus, Dole did not dare be the slightest bit careless in this battle. He had nearly pushed his mental power to its limit, operating his clone at full force as he fought the other man.
Fortunately, the other party could not fully wield his strength either. Combined with Dole's powerful senses and immense mental power, he could still fight him.
At this moment, Dole truly came to understand the advantages of close combat.
Witchcraft attacks spread power out. While they could strike over a vast area, their destructive force was too dispersed, weakening their attack power instead. Close combat was different. Power was completely concentrated on the weapon in one's hand; every rule, every ounce of strength, every trace of magic power that could