Thunder Mountain had countless peaks—over ten thousand of them. At a glance, peaks stood in dense ranks, layer upon layer, soaring into the clouds. The central region was basically uninhabited, especially the mountaintops. Almost no one dared live atop them except Wizards of level seven and above.
There were several thousand mountains in Thunder Mountain's central region, but naturally not several thousand level-seven Wizards. It was therefore easy to find an unoccupied mountaintop.
With a thoroughly unlucky expression, Qikakefu settled Dole on a mountain not far from his own.
Even if he could not defeat him, he could not let the other party leave his sight. A level-nine was simply too powerful—and this was only a clone, a Mystic Corpse Worm clone. Weren't Mystic Corpse Worms supposed to fear lightning? What the hell.
He returned to his wizard tower.
Two level-nines approached him head-on.
Seeing Qikakefu's expression, the two level-nines' faces changed slightly.
"You lost?"
Qikakefu looked at them, his face darkening. "That man is Dole, the strongest expert on the West Ring Continent. I couldn't beat him. For some time to come, he'll be cultivating on the mountain opposite. Keep an eye on him. Don't let him cause any damage. Although this place is filled with lightning, its ecosystem is also very simple. Don't let him find a node and damage the structure of Thunder Mountain, destroying this divine realm."
Both men revealed looks of disbelief. "Isn't Dole supposedly only in his thirties?"
"He can't be that powerful, can he? Sorov only lost to him with a clone."
Qikakefu's face turned black. "That was years ago. I couldn't even defeat his clone now. Hurry up and keep watch. I need to rest."
He sent the two men away, then returned to the floor that belonged to him.
He had