Dark Holy See

Dole did not fly in a straight line. Instead, he followed the edge of the Evil Spirit Mountain Range all the way to its eastern end, then reached the starting point of the North Plains Mountain Range and continued flying east. Along the way, he made no attempt to conceal his powerful dark aura, releasing it without restraint.

Apart from a few powerful Magic Beasts deep in the mountains that provoked him, almost no Magic Beast dared to jump out along the way. On one hand, it was intimidation; on the other, he was finally experiencing the benefits of great strength. After cultivating for so many years, he could now finally roam wherever he pleased without restraint.

Of course, he was not stupid enough to provoke Magic Beasts in the late stage of Level Seven or at Level Eight on their own turf. That would truly be courting death—at least, not for now.

He had only entered Level Seven not long ago, and there were still many domains he had yet to touch. He still needed to keep a low profile.

The Duling Bone Tower circled once along the edge of the North Plains Mountain Range, intimidating the surrounding Magic Beasts before returning to Albis Mountain.

The Duling Bone Tower was still a little too evil. Its dark aura and death aura could easily affect the surroundings, so it was better not to station it in the city.

His main task now was to comprehend the many rules of wind and water, striving to make some progress and comprehend a few more rules.

The escalation of the war was not actually good news for Dole. What he wanted was stability; what he needed was time to accumulate and settle himself. Yet from the looks of it, the Nightmare Patriarch did