The Witcher: Elemental Lords

As the storm rose, the light grew dimmer and dimmer. An endless storm suddenly erupted outwards, the boundless wind surging. It was very clear to see that the light was rapidly falling within the storm.

Twenty times the speed of sound, ten times the speed of sound, one times the speed of sound.

The speed of the meteor rapidly decreased.

The sky above the storm was also somewhat scattered by the impact of the enormous energy, but it was only at the top. For a wind current spanning thousands of kilometers, the impact was minimal.

Soon, the light inside the storm completely disappeared, utterly submerged within the storm.

There was no earth-shattering event as imagined, nor was there an explosion as imagined. It ended so silently.

However, the scene of the Arctic Storm's movement, instantly mobilizing the storm within a radius of thousands of kilometers, was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.

Such a massive storm, if it were to hit a person or rush towards an empire, who could withstand it? It was simply terrifying.

The shock, the grandeur, the indescribably powerful scene, was imprinted in everyone's hearts.

In this world, anyone can be provoked, but the Arctic Storm is the only one that cannot be provoked. This sentence was deeply ingrained in everyone's minds here.

The Storm Domain absorbed the meteor, and the wind current began to recede, slowly descending. However, this time the recession was somewhat slow, seemingly requiring several days to regain equilibrium.

Just then, a presence flashed behind Dorre, and a sinister voice rang out.

"I didn't expect to encounter such a good material. Come over here."

This was mental transmission. In just an instant, Dorre's vision went black, so black that even the starry sky outside could not be seen. Immediately, a boundless mental force crashed towards his will, his mind. Whispers and complex emotions, murderous intent, violence, and chaotic mental noise appeared in Dorre's sea of consciousness, constantly impacting his own consciousness, shaking the core he had condensed.

Mental pollution, mental collision, mental slaughter. Dorre suddenly suffered a full-force mental attack from someone, and his will suddenly became dazed.

It wasn't that he didn't know this person had come before him, but he was intimidated by the aura of the Arctic Storm Domain and didn't react in time, which led to being struck successfully.

This was a silicon-based clone, not a Frostworm clone, and it was very important to Dorre.

Fortunately, it was just a clone. When this side was attacked, Dorre's main body immediately reacted. Thus, an even more powerful mental force crossed space and arrived, instantly regaining control of the silicon-based clone's body.

At the same time, an even more powerful mental force poured into the clone's body, and hundreds or thousands of magic patterns belonging to the mental force side instantly erupted, forming hundreds or thousands of mental force blades, scraping towards those strange mental force attacks.

At the same time, the Storm Will erupted. Dorre's mental world suddenly stirred up a mental storm, rapidly engulfing those negative emotions within it.

Dorre's clone regained a little bit of consciousness. He struggled to turn his head and saw a man in black, shooting towards him at an extremely fast speed from the ground in the distance. That speed was extremely fast, completely exceeding the normal speed of sound.

Just as Dorre turned around, a flash of lightning flashed in his eyes, and his mental force erupted again.

...

The man in black was smiling triumphantly in mid-air. This body of the opponent was really good material. His dark witchcraft had erupted with all its strength, and even a seasoned level nine would not be a match. He hadn't seen this person before, so he guessed that he had just been promoted to level nine. One strike would definitely take him down.

After the witchcraft was released, the opponent's thinking was chaotic, and he immediately sensed it, so he hurried to fly over here in order to control the opponent as soon as possible.

Just then, he saw the opponent move, and he was slightly surprised. Then he saw that the opponent seemed to be struggling to turn around. He saw the opponent's profile, then he saw the opponent's full face, and even more so, he saw the opponent's eyes.

When he saw the opponent's eyes, suddenly, a burst of purple light flashed before his eyes.

In his sea of consciousness, a bolt of lightning suddenly descended from an unknown place, crashing down with a boom towards the black-clothed man's sea of consciousness.

A vast, overbearing, and bright aura, like plasma exploding, instantly, like a blazing sun of lightning, exploded in the black-clothed man's sea of consciousness. In his sea of consciousness, a black god, when he saw this blazing sun, the ultimate lightning and the ultimate darkness suddenly collided, and large swaths of darkness were penetrated by the light and torn apart by the lightning.

The black-clothed man's magic power phantom instantly shed tears. He immediately roared, and countless magic patterns constructed five huge chains of rules, instantly stretching across the sky, blocking the light of the lightning. The chains of rules collided with the lightning in mid-air, instantly emitting a thunderous roar, shaking the black-clothed man's sea of consciousness somewhat.

He was somewhat shocked. This person was actually cultivating lightning. Although it was only a rule force, lightning just happened to restrain darkness. He could feel that the rule force he had condensed was trembling and excited.

Power of lightning, die for me.

The three powerful rule forces were all urged by him, instantly waving towards the lightning.

The lightning suddenly exploded, and countless plasmas and currents exploded in the black-clothed man's sea of consciousness, and endless black energy was annihilated and power dissipated.

The black-clothed man was incomparably shocked. Just one lightning bolt actually made him use all his strength. He felt that his mental force had directly dropped by one-tenth.

This process only took an instant.

His eyes brightened up, and he looked forward again, and suddenly he was shocked.

That person had already recovered.

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Not good, his strength is not low, this is not a newly promoted level nine.

He turned around and ran.

Just then, he saw that the opponent had recovered, and it seemed that all of his evil witchcraft had failed. He looked towards himself and slowly opened his mouth.

"Storm."

When the black-clothed man heard these words, his vision went black again, and a powerful consciousness crossed space and directly crashed towards his sea of consciousness.

This time, it was a true storm.

Having just learned a lesson from the Arctic Storm, when he saw this storm, the black-clothed man thought that the Arctic Storm Spirit had come out, and he was immediately startled. In an instant, his mind became somewhat unstable and dazed.

The speed of the storm was very fast, and it descended with a bang into his sea of consciousness.

Endless wind, endless water, endless lightning, exploded in his sea of consciousness.

The storm was immense, with a range of more than a hundred kilometers, like a real storm, fiercely descending on his sea of consciousness, repelling his dark magic power, ignoring his dark evil arts, and fiercely pressing down, crashing towards his magic power phantom.

Once the magic power phantom was defeated, his entire person would be finished.

The black-clothed man was full of regret. This person was actually so fierce. This mental storm was almost the same as the distant base's storm spirit. In just an instant, he had been destroyed by one-tenth of his mental consciousness again.

He gritted his teeth and once again stirred up his magic power, almost desperately, the five chains of rules turned into substance, entwined on the magic power phantom.