Shallow Moon Patriarch

Powerful, unstoppable—this was how Dole understood this force. He could not resist it at all and was about to be seized in the other party's hand.

At that moment, an incomparably abundant force of sacred blood and vitality smashed through the obstruction before him and appeared in front of Dole. The Emperor Yale's battle qi and blood-vitality will fused perfectly, forming a god of war. Standing before Dole, he waved a hand, and a bloody giant hand appeared, firmly blocking the Patriarch's power. Then he said coldly, "Stop. You old fossil—if you dare make another move, I'll activate the Empire's grand formation and suppress you."

The world appeared before Dole's eyes once more. He saw the Emperor Yale stubbornly resisting the other party's sorcery invasion.

"Move aside. I am cleansing the contamination." The Patriarch offered no explanation to the Emperor Yale, and his power suddenly bore down.

It was as though the heavens had collapsed. The sky turned black once more, as if the firmament were falling, and an unyielding mass of black tore through the world and pressed fiercely toward the Emperor Yale.

The face of the Emperor Yale, his raised arm held aloft, flushed crimson. Yet he still did not give up. With a thought, he prepared to directly activate the Empire's grand formation.

Naturally, he knew whether Dole had been invaded by Nightmare. He carried a piece of super alchemical equipment capable of detecting whether another person's soul was genuine. There was definitely nothing wrong with Dole. What he wanted to know now was how Dole knew about the Nightmare Empire.

If anyone was going to question him, it should be him. If this man took Dole away, things would likely go terribly wrong.

"You dare obstruct me?" After remaining deadlocked for so long, the Patriarch snorted