Nightmare Patriarch

The soul body's aura changed, and the ethereal confidence around him vanished in an instant.

Dole watched this change without saying anything, nor did he kick a man when he was down.

He released his senses and scanned the other party with all his might, but what he detected was exceedingly faint. He could only sense that the other party's energy level was extremely high, and the quality of his mental power was unimaginably superior to Dole's own.

But there was a problem—it was far too little in quantity.

Thus, Dole naturally had nothing to fear.

Looking at him, Dole said, "No need to look any further. This is an independent space with no connection to the outside world. In this space, there are only you and me."

The violet light had already taken the form of a person: a proud old man, his expression brimming with unruliness, his sharp gaze seeming to hold even heaven and earth in contempt.

He looked at Dole and slowly said, "I didn't expect a little brat like you to have some skill. This venerable one was careless for a moment and fell into your trap."

Though he was only an incarnation formed from a sliver of mental power, he had been split from the main body and retained its formidable traits and knowledge. Looking at the young man before him, he could not help but feel some appreciation.

Few people could remain so composed before him, looking at him as though he were prey. The feeling was rather strange.

Dole took a small step back, putting a little more distance between himself and the old man.

The surrounding space shattered, revealing the world outside. Corpse Sixty-Five's mental world had been completely destroyed, entirely absorbed by the patriarch behind him.

After thinking for a