After all, Dole's lightning lacked the amplification of powerful rule force, so its power was insufficient. In this world, his avatar stood a full ten meters tall, while the purple light had now dwindled to no more than the size of a fist. Even so, Dole did not dare let down his guard.
Lightning flared without end, crushing in from all sides and sweeping the surrounding purple away before smashing desperately into that final speck of violet.
Within the lightning, Dole used every last bit of rule force he had comprehended. The entire space was filled with the intent of lightning.
"Damn it! If my true body learns of this, you'll die! Damn lightning!"
The Nightmare avatar was only an avatar, after all. Without the support of its main body, it was merely equivalent to a weak level three or four being with level-eight essence. Under Dole's bombardment of lightning, it soon could no longer hold on.
The light grew smaller and smaller, until only a tiny speck remained.
Dole retreated slightly at this point, and his avatar stepped forward.
As the lightning withdrew, the Nightmare avatar thought Dole was about to question him. Instead, another aura—cold, evil, and steeped in death—filled his entire field of vision.
The thumbnail-sized light was held in the avatar's hand, and then a beam of soul light struck it viciously.
Soul-Severing Technique.
The Nightmare avatar had already weakened to the extreme. Struck by the Soul-Severing Technique, it immediately underwent a series of changes, and before long, no more sound came from within.
Seizing the chance, Dole's mental force transformed into a sharp spike and stabbed fiercely into it.
Dole felt as though his mental force were a tree branch while the other party's mental force was a stone. He rammed straight into it, yet