Dole had only brushed against that will before retreating at once. This was an evil god—a true deity. Even the slightest trace of its power was beyond someone of his level to touch.
His only reliance now was the wizard tower.
He absolutely could not let the other party descend. If it did, it would spell a calamity for the entire northwest.
By then, never mind the issue of ordinary people's faith—even whether they could survive would be in question.
In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Dole's mind, followed by an immense surge of fighting spirit.
The wizard tower was driven to its utmost power without regard for the cost. He also activated the spatial disturbance wizard array that had yet to be fully adjusted. Waves of spatial ripples spread outward, disrupting the fluctuations ahead, and the energy barrier immediately pressed downward, letting out a groan of unbearable strain.
At the same time, the four Storm Giants in the distance were nearly upon them.
Inside the barrier, the black-robed figure formed from energy witnessed all this.
He seemed to possess boundless insight and infinite wisdom. He glanced at the believers below, then at the sacrifices upon the altar, then at Dole. His gaze was filled with endless indifference. With a casual wave, those loyal believers did not even have the chance to groan before their bodies turned to dust. From the places where they had stood, streams of black energy rose from the ground and surged toward his energy-formed body.
Seeing this, Dole was startled. Good heavens—just to descend, he had actually burned every last one of his followers.
Was he preparing to stake everything on a single throw?
Dole said nothing. He urged the storm elements to arrive faster. At the same time, he raised a hand and