For high-level wizards, most abilities were used for defense. As for true offensive witchcraft, having one was enough. There were so many powers of rules—who could comprehend them all?
Dole still had several spells with broader ranges and greater power, but none were as concentrated as the lightning element. That was why he used the Thunder Summoning Spell so frequently.
Dole thought of many things. Seeing the bustling crowd at the entrance, then looking at his tattered clothes, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
This was bad. Nightmare Patriarch was about to achieve the Dream Law.
With that thought, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
Inside the wizard tower, Dole opened his eyes to the familiar Duling Bone Tower before him. He directly activated his power and broke free from the dream. Standing where he was, he wasted no words before sending messages to President Vasili, Shallow Moon Patriarch, and the others thousands of kilometers away.
"Several rules connected to dreams have been undergoing massive strengthening these past few days. Nightmare Patriarch has most likely grasped the power of the Dream Law. We must find Nightmare himself as soon as possible."
At the same time, Dole's Silicon-Based Avatar switched perspectives and observed the world of rules. He quickly spotted several unusual rules that seemed to be thickening at an extremely slow pace.
The dream power on his body echoed from afar with those rules. There was no mistake—they were dream rules.
Dole's heart sank.
In Babel Tower, Dole's true body opened his eyes, mysterious flashes of color flickering through his gaze.
Seeing Dole awaken, Elreya and Aixi, who had been guarding at his side, both let out long sighs of relief. Just as they were about to speak joyfully, Dole immediately rose to his feet and said with