Wind currents collided with wind currents, which was no different from rules colliding with rules. Elements crashed against one another, unleashing sharp sounds that sliced through the air—air bursts, thunderous booms, and the tearing of the atmosphere echoed in every direction. At the same time, the various wind currents rapidly vanished into nothingness.
Seeing this, the Nightmare Patriarch grew somewhat frantic. If he could not hold Wasen Fort back here, then the enemy's front lines would rest easy. Before winter arrived, he would likely lose at least half his territory—a grave disadvantage for him.
He said in exasperation, "Dole, are you truly determined to oppose me?"
Dole stood high in the distant sky and spoke with a hint of mockery. "If you have the guts, come kill me in person. Otherwise, stop wasting your breath."
The Nightmare Patriarch was furious. How could he dare show himself? The moment his true body appeared, he would immediately be besieged. He could only manipulate people's hearts, armies, and Magic Beasts through dreams. If he truly revealed himself, he would surely suffer a devastating blow.
This brat was truly going too far.
Controlling the eagle-vulture, he let out a great shout. With a flap of its wings, dozens more wind currents arose from the surrounding sky and swept forward. Then it wheeled around and fled into the mountains.
He wanted to change direction. He refused to believe Dole would dare pursue him into Evil Spirit Mountain. Though there were not many level sevens within Evil Spirit Mountain, there were still five or six, and even one level eight. If Dole rushed in, he would inevitably be surrounded and attacked.
When Dole saw the other party repeat his earlier move, he sneered and used the same trick, releasing witchcraft to disperse the wind currents. Yet