Mutual Scheming

The patriarch wasn't inside him.

Just then, he saw Dole casually clench his hand, and a powerful witchcraft called Touch of Death formed before him. It was a standard level-seven witchcraft, brimming with dense death laws. With the slightest touch, his physical body would die.

Damn it.

He let out a savage roar. "Then let's all die together."

With that, his face twisted viciously, and an even more powerful mental storm erupted from his sea of consciousness, charging at Dole.

Dole did not even glance at it. Touch of Death passed through the mental storm and pointed at the middle-aged man's physical body. He refused to believe that the Nightmare Patriarch still would not emerge.

Above the Wizard Tower, the mental storm arrived at that moment. It was like a violent thunderstorm erupting in the spiritual world—void collapsing, space shattering—as an apocalyptic scene crashed toward Dole.

Seeing this, Dole merely curled his lip. Then, a gray barrier naturally arose around the Duling Bone Tower.

The mental storm slammed into the barrier, denting and battering it without end. A moment later, the mental storm dissipated.

Meanwhile, Touch of Death had already reached the middle-aged man.

Like a hand, it wiped across the defenses surrounding his body. Instantly, with a series of crackles, layer after layer of defenses on the middle-aged man burst apart and vanished.

In one breath, Touch of Death pierced through five layers directly.

The middle-aged man's face turned ashen. At this point, he could no longer gather much strength to resist and could only defend with all his might.

Level-seven dream power continuously formed and flowed into the equipment on his body, constantly generating all manner of defenses.

Someone with a level-seven Wizard Tower was too monstrous. How had he provoked such a freak?

Seeing this, Dole unleashed