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Dole had no idea how powerful he himself had become. He only knew that he could now contend with a level-seven opponent. For witchcraft like Thunder Summoning Spell, which could carry the power of rules along with it, he could unleash around eight in a single breath, with terrifying force.

He could also cast three Void Thunder Nets in one go. For ordinary lightning-element Wizards, that was simply unimaginable—they would struggle even to cast one with everything they had.

Invincible among those of the same level—that was Dole. Of course, Daphne and that Augustine were probably the same; he just did not know what kind of power they had cultivated.

Aixi was the same. Mystic Frost power was a higher-grade power. Mystic frost—there was bone-piercing cold, frost damage carried along with it, water-element erosion, and more. Its might was also quite extraordinary.

Dole pondered these matters as he walked, and before long, he encountered a group of assassins on the ground.

A cluster of nail-like things shot toward him.

Dole did not dare meet them head-on. He dipped low, vanishing from the spot like a streak of lightning. When he reappeared, he casually waved a hand, and a thunder net spread forward.

At once, the ground crackled and hissed, and waves of roasted meat scent wafted over.

Dole walked up to the swarm of insects, stored away all the corpses, then picked one up and examined it closely.

He wanted to verify a thought in his mind.

He held the insect with a Mage Hand, then hurled it with all his strength at the wall beside him.

The insect's head was extremely hard. When it struck the wall, it immediately knocked out a tiny dent. Though faint, the dent was there.

Dole's eyes lit up at the sight.

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