The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Now it is clear why lightning magic is difficult to advance; its power is too great. While it harms others, it's also very difficult to control. If you can't control it, how can you advance?

Dore's mental strength is inherently strong, so controlling it is easy, especially after comprehending the will of heavenly lightning for a few days, making it even easier.

Soon, he found the next wave of demon heads.

The current location is at the very edge. Many magical beasts are coming from afar, their strength not great, but their numbers are extremely large, all sorts of small fry, numbering hundreds. On the other side of the mountain range, nearly the same number of demon heads are coming from afar, smelling the scent.

They fly in the sky, like streaks of black mist, gathering and dispersing as they please, unpredictable.

The leading magical beast is only level five, its mental strength not strong enough, proceeding cautiously. But when the demon heads approached, it still didn't notice. By the time it realized, a strong desire had already arisen in its heart—the desire to devour other magical beasts to advance itself.

Magical beasts can devour each other to increase their strength, and increasing strength is driven by instinct. So, when this thought arose in its heart, it immediately opened its bloody maw and bit into the neck of a nearby magical beast, biting hard. Instantly, a stream of green liquid sprayed into the sky.

This seemed to be a beginning. Immediately following, the other magical beasts also went into a frenzy, attacking and killing each other, fighting in the most primitive way.

Standing in the distance, Dore sighed in his heart. Magical beasts have low intelligence, making it extremely difficult to resist this kind of mental attack. They were directly hit without even realizing it.

Alas.

Dore didn't think about saving them. He waited until all the magical beasts had finished fighting each other. The few that survived quickly withered, and their corpses fell to the ground.

The black gas in the air slowly gathered, seemingly stronger than before.

At this moment, Dore suddenly appeared. His perception connected in all directions, his mental strength drawing upon it. The warlock model instantly condensed. In the sky, a burst of air friction instantly formed tiny streaks of lightning.

When Dore released his mental strength, the demon heads sensed that someone was hiding nearby. Only when lightning crisscrossed around them did they react. But at this time, the intent of destruction in the air had already enveloped them. They didn't even have time to react. Demon heads of level four and below instantly screamed, turning to ashes. Only the demon heads above level five desperately resisted the will of lightning. Even so, large amounts of white smoke rose from their bodies.

When the lightning landed on the black smoke, streaks of black gas dissipated. Screams pierced through space, as if rising directly from the depths of the heart, incessant.

In Dore's world, it was like purgatory, a battlefield appearing, smoke billowing, flesh and blood flying. You kill me, I kill you. Miserable screams, cries, and angry shouts came from all directions, stimulating his mind and constantly producing a sense of weakness.

The demon heads were trying to use this method to make him generate a trace of pity, thereby letting them go.

Dore watched the images transmitted by the demon heads with great interest, thinking to himself, 'This demon head is probably the thought of someone who has been on the battlefield.'

When he saw this scene, Dore's first thought was not pity, but numbness.

He watched this scene as if he were watching a play, and he didn't hesitate at all. The lightning, mixed with a little bit of the will of heavenly lightning, constantly flickered in the sky, and the black gas constantly dissipated.

Those level four and five demon heads had already turned to ashes, leaving only a few relatively strong level five demon heads.

If it had been before, it would have taken Dore some effort to deal with these demon heads, but now it was simply a piece of cake.

At this moment, one of the demon heads suddenly erupted. Streaks of dark aura condensed, turning into streaks of black light swords, zigzagging through the lightning. The dark aura intersected with the lightning, emitting intense sizzling sounds, even more intense than directly scorching the demonic energy.

The lightning was controlled by Dore, and it contained his mental strength, which meant it was directly colliding with the dark aura. He immediately felt an unparalleled dark aura coming from it. This aura was dark magic. This demon head must have been a dark warlock in his previous life.

Dore just sneered. The lightning in the sky intensified again. The black aura only struggled for a moment before quickly disappearing, along with the entire demon head.

Turned to ashes.

When the other demon heads saw this, they struggled even more violently.

When Dore saw this, he felt that the time was ripe. His mental strength turned into sharp thorns, directly piercing into the lightning, directly piercing into the bodies of the demon heads. Immediately, another burst of screams came along the mental strength. Dore was already familiar with resisting this kind of mental strength.

Before long, he had three black crystals in his hand, inside which were sealed three level five demon heads.

The sky returned to its previous color, as if nothing had happened. If it weren't for the huge bodies of many magical beasts on the ground, this place would be the same as before.

Dore didn't have a sentimental mood. He turned and left directly.

He came out to test magic, to test witchcraft, to see the deterrent effect of the magic model mixed with the will of heavenly lightning on the demon heads. After the test, it was natural to leave.

It must be said that even just comprehending a little bit of the weak will of heavenly lightning had a very big impact on these demon heads.

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Magical beasts, demon heads, humans, fight around the mountains every day. People die constantly, and magical beasts die constantly. Demon heads are constantly growing stronger or being annihilated. The area around the mountains has become a life-stirring factory.

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At this time, the giant ships of eight countries have arrived and are gathered together. At the same time, there are also various maritime forces distributed in all directions. This time, after the opening of the ruins, it can be said that forces from all directions have gathered.

At this time, all forces know the truth of the space. Some people want to rescue Old Man Shangfeng and obtain his inheritance, while others are trying to find a way to get out. This place is simply a living hell.

The appearance of the demon heads made some of them feel despair, especially with the constant deaths during this period, they felt even more collapsed.

Those were all cultivators with low strength who originally wanted to fish in troubled waters, but they didn't expect this place to be a dead end. They could get in, but couldn't get out.

Some people came to the edge of the world and tried all kinds of methods but couldn't get out. Some people built space teleportation arrays, but they couldn't get out. It can be said that other than rescuing Old Man Shangfeng, they had no good way.

The eight forces united to form a fleet, just lacking a slogan, and were about to attack the demon heads.

At this time, the number of demon heads harassing them also increased. Obviously, that desire demon also didn't want these people to unite.

The two sides fought wits and courage, deceiving each other.

But in Dore's view, no matter which side it was, now there was only one last possibility left, and that was a desperate fight.