Duling Bone Tower

The skeletal avatar had naturally reached level seven as well. It just had not yet comprehended thirty percent of the Rule of Death, though it had at least crossed the threshold. The wizard tower had only been completed these past two days; he had not expected it to come in handy so soon.

So long as he studied the wizard tower for a while, he could raise his avatar to a true level seven as well. When that time came, his strength would increase greatly.

The Duling Bone Tower was an existence even more formidable than Babel Tower on the main plane. After level seven, it could release Duling Bone Flame, which could greatly erode bones and corrode souls. Those below level six would almost have no ability to resist it.

Only rules could contend against rules. A slightly stronger rule could directly crush anything below the rule level.

This bone tower was mainly sinister. Its aura of death was immensely dense; the moment it was taken out, it gave off the feeling of a black wizard. Dole did not want to use it directly either, but his true body was tied up at the moment, so only his avatar could go.

The Evil Spirit Mountain Range had a huge number of demons and monsters above level six, even powerful biological populations such as ogres. Dole suspected that Nightmare Patriarch had not merely attacked their side; he would likely attack Nightmare Forest, Famed Mountain, and other places as well. When it came to dealing with nightmares, the upper echelons of the entire West Ring Continent were basically united.

The moment he thought of this, Dole felt a chill seep into his heart. To destroy Nightmare Patriarch, they first had to destroy the dream world he relied upon for survival—and that