Allen's mouth twitched, and the surrounding Wizards could only sigh helplessly at those words.
Really, the other party was only twenty-nine, and his life had followed a perfectly normal course all the way here. It was just that his advancement was anything but normal.
After thinking it over, Allen cautiously said, "Perhaps it's the boost from the Storm Meditation Method?"
The Ice King shook his head. "No, though it may be possible. We've already seen that meditation method. It's incredibly difficult to cultivate. While its power is indeed immense, for an ordinary Wizard, successfully cultivating it is practically impossible."
Only then was Allen truly astonished. Dole had contributed his meditation method? The Storm Meditation Method was that difficult?
"Babel Tower isn't much within this world, really. It's just fast. His other Wizard Tower is the truly formidable one... Forget it. You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Since Dole can hold on, let's rest and reorganize for a few days. Once the supplies arrive, we'll continue the offensive."
The Ice King spoke in a low voice.
With the Nightmare Patriarch refusing to show himself, those level-five and level-six subordinates alone were no match for the Wizards' allied army of the four nations. With scarcely any effort, they had already driven deep into the heartland of the Nightmare Empire.
There were no real experts in the northwest. At most, there were level-sevens, while level-eights were exceedingly rare. And those level-sevens had mostly been controlled, unable to wield their original combat power. Thus, the allied forces were essentially carrying out a brutal purge of the ordinary people at the very bottom who had been brainwashed by nightmares.
Anyone who believed in the Nightmare Patriarch would, for the most part, either be brainwashed or slaughtered.
This was practically a battle with no