The Witcher: Elemental Lords

"How terrifying."

Seeing a golden figure leap from the ground, followed by a voice in his ear, Old Poison was also startled. Dorai had come out! This golden figure was his! Then, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

A Level Seven Gold Corpse.

He immediately opened his mouth wide, forming an "O" shape.

Too shocking.

There was actually a Level Seven Gold Corpse in that warehouse?

However, Old Poison knew that this wasn't the time to think. He immediately walked over and said anxiously, "You've stirred up a hornet's nest! Hurry and leave! The guards have recovered again! I'll take the first wave."

At the gate, the guards had already recovered and stood there like invincible gatekeepers.

Dorai looked back at this moment. The swarm of insects in the sky had already discovered him. There was no time for first or second waves. With a Level Seven Gold Corpse, he just needed to break through!

He leaped out, not listening to Old Poison at all. Instead, he controlled his body and charged outwards at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing Dorai act, Old Poison was startled. He didn't know whether to follow or not. But his body was very honest, and his feet were very obedient, involuntarily following Dorai and rushing towards the gate.

"Damn it, you can't leave! You can't leave! My thousands of years of waiting!" In the sky, a series of voices rumbled, sounding like weeping and wailing, like ghosts and demons.

At the same time, in Dorai's sea of consciousness, and around Old Poison's sea of consciousness, countless white threads emerged from the insects, trying to invade their minds.

However, in terms of scale, quantity, and strength, they were far inferior. Although the swarm was huge, it was slow. With the two of them going all out, the swarm couldn't keep up at all.

Their expressions changed, and they rushed forward. If they didn't leave now, it would be too late when that guy broke through the backyard's formation.

Dorai's gold corpse took the lead, arriving at the gate in two or three steps. Then, looking at the guard, he threw a punch.

A light flashed on the guard's body. Immediately afterward, the energy waves in his eyes activated, shooting at Dorai in a fraction of a second, causing him to pause and slowing him down. A puff of black smoke rose from his body.

However, it was only black smoke. Where the energy shock wave collided with his skin, the skin only turned a little black.

Seeing this, Dorai's confidence increased. He charged towards the guard, enduring the energy waves.

Boom.

Dorai threw a punch, and the guard also raised the spear in his hand. The two collided in an instant, emitting a loud bang.

The guard's spear shattered in a tenth of a second. Then, Dorai continued to charge forward with undiminished momentum, throwing his left fist and landing it on the guard's body.

Boom! The guard's body shattered directly, turning into scattered parts all around.

Dorai stood there, stunned. Was he really that vulnerable?

Old Poison behind him was also stunned. Then, he gasped. This gold corpse was so powerful!

He was only stunned for a second, then shouted, "Don't stop! Hurry!"

Having said that, his figure turned into a stream of light, shooting outwards faster than Dorai.

Dorai stood there, looking at his fist, somewhat surprised. When he threw that punch just now, he triggered the power within the gold corpse's body. That power seemed to be the power of the earth. The punch almost unleashed power far exceeding that of an ordinary Level Six, even almost comparable to a strike from the Tower of Babel, instantly shattering the guard's body.

This was too exaggerated.

Level Seven. This was Level Seven?

No wonder those people were so well-behaved and dared not act recklessly after Allen advanced to Level Seven. This was a completely different world.

At this time, the commotion behind him was getting louder and louder, closer and closer. Dorai glanced back and saw that the overwhelming swarm of insects had almost broken through the backyard's barrier and was rushing towards the front yard frantically.

The other party had calculated everything well, except that he hadn't expected that he could perfectly control the gold corpse. Burrowing underground was also the gold corpse's forte, and he rushed out of the backyard in one fell swoop, giving him no chance at all.

If it were an ordinary wizard, like Old Poison, he would probably have been tricked.

He only glanced back, then plunged into the ground again without turning his head.

The swarm of insects flew wildly in the sky, but while still in mid-air, they suddenly dispersed, turning into a sky full of black mist and dissipating into the horizon. A hateful sigh spread from the sky in all directions.

...

A thick fog permeated the air. The surrounding world was very quiet. The biting mountain wind, the silent and dark sky, seemed like a dead land.

At this time, in the darkness, a dark figure staggered out of the fog. As soon as it rushed out of the mist, the figure anxiously turned into a blue-white light, heading towards the horizon.

At this time, the surroundings were very quiet, as if no one was there.

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When the blue light rushed out of a certain range, a very bright silver light suddenly shot out from the ground in the darkness, chasing after the blue-white light. The next moment, Old Poison appeared in the blue-white light, looking exasperated and revealing a ferocious expression.

"Littem, you're really courting death! I didn't want to kill you in the first place, but you asked for it!"

Old Poison had been targeted by people repeatedly, and he was already extremely annoyed. Now that he was targeted again, his anger had completely soared into the sky. Standing in the sky, his eyes were ferocious, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if he was fighting against the other party's witchcraft.

However, this did not affect his other abilities. He raised his hand, and a crystal-clear blue staff appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, several light spheres fell from the sky, directly hitting a point on the ground.

Each of these light spheres was the size of a human head, filled with weight. Just looking at them, one could feel that these things must be very powerful.

On the ground, Littem walked out of his hiding place, sighing inwardly. If someone hadn't messed things up last time, Old Poison would have been killed by him. How could he be like now, having to fight face-to-face with witchcraft?

He had only obtained one scroll of the Land of Slumber at a great price.

After he came out, he suddenly shouted loudly, and silver lights lit up behind him, shooting into the sky and colliding with those light spheres at an extremely fast speed, extinguishing each other.

Seeing this, Old Poison raised his hand, and more light spheres continued to fall. However, light screens appeared around him, forming a strange three-dimensional shuttle-shaped object. It was very huge, and a heavy, thick, mountain-like feeling came from the light shuttle.

The formation speed of this thing was particularly fast. While that person was still dealing with those light spheres, the shuttle witchcraft was almost formed.

Seeing this witchcraft, Littem also took it seriously. The witchcraft Old Poison cultivated was very orthodox, very orthodox. When he made a move, it was magnificent and powerful. There was nothing fancy or weird, but precisely this kind of thing was most restrained against wizards like him who relied on pure mental power. As long as he fell behind in mental power, he wouldn't have any good methods.

His silver light became brighter and brighter, weaving into bright spears in front of him, suddenly throwing them at Old Poison.

At the same time, he shouted, "Do it!"

Old Poison was already furious. After the light shuttle was formed, he immediately waved his hand and smashed it towards Littem.

The power of the light shuttle was extremely great. The penetrating, colliding, and accompanying forces were very powerful. As long as it hit, few Level Six wizards could withstand a single blow without being knocked back.