The Witcher: Elemental Lords

To explore the traps laid by someone like him, Dorre actually had several methods, but each one came at a great cost. The simplest and most brutal method would be to throw Corpse 65 into the core of the Babel Tower. Inside is an independent energy space, completely isolated from the outside world. Even if the Nightmare Ancestor had immense power, he couldn't extend his power in.

Thinking of this, Dorre looked at the light sphere in his hand, his expression slowly relaxing.

Although Corpse 64 had lost his physical body and eyes, he could see the changes on Dorre's face through his mental power. The two of them were both mental power users, almost in zero-distance contact.

When he sensed the changes in the other's expression and state of mind, Corpse 65's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't afraid of an Eighth Rank, did this kid still have some trump cards?

The Nightmare Ancestor was once mighty in the Western Ring Continent, in the northwest countries, relying on his dream invasion technique that killed people without leaving a trace. He was known as the Nightmare King, and his true form couldn't even be found. Later, the Eighth Ranks of various countries joined forces to end the Nightmare Ancestor's life.

But the Nightmare Ancestor also had his own backup plans. Now that he's back in the game, rebuilding the Nightmare Empire, he can be said to be turning clouds into rain. Dorre can actually think of a way to deal with him? How is that possible?

He sneered, "You still have time to regret it now. Once you go up against the Nightmare Ancestor, you will immediately become his puppet. You are just a Sixth Rank little wizard."

He now discovered that Dorre had somehow reached the same level as him, and he was slightly shocked.

Dorre looked at the small light sphere in his hand, expressionless, and slowly said, "Then you don't need to worry about it. I also cultivated a Black Wizard's meditation technique. In a moment, your secrets will have no secrets in my eyes."

He casually tossed the light sphere towards the core of the Babel Tower, and then his main body, along with his clone, plunged into the white void.

The core of the Babel Tower is a strange space of white energy light, filled with surging and diverse properties of energy.

The unprotected light sphere was thrown in and immediately suffered the erosion of the Babel Tower's core. His mental power immediately screamed as if it was being torn apart.

Dorre didn't care about that. He entered, naturally unharmed. He casually activated the magic array, and various magic patterns on the outside automatically generated a circle of energy, completely isolating the inside and outside.

When the magic patterns formed a magic array, Dorre felt as if he had arrived in another world. This place was completely unrelated to the original world, and he seemed to be in another void.

In this world, there was only one living being, and that was himself. Loneliness, solitude, emptiness, all sorts of thoughts suddenly arose in his heart.

Thousands of thoughts arose in Dorre's mind. So this is what an independent world means?

It was as if a new world had been formed here, and the only living being in this world was himself.

The loneliness of the world. Although Dorre usually went back and forth alone, when he truly thought from the bottom of his heart that he was really the only living being in this world, he was still a little panicked.

But he understood that this feeling was brought to him by the space, not his true feelings.

Thinking of this, he calmed his mind, and then grabbed the light sphere in his hand. Then, the clone walked over, turned into complete black energy, and infiltrated into the green light.

The screams of the green light suddenly became more intense.

A person's spiritual world is vast and boundless. Dorre's clone entered the green light, as if entering another world, entering another void. He forcibly tore open the other's defensive power, and then savagely entered.

As soon as he entered that void, Dorre saw the meditation technique practiced by Corpse 64, which was also a death god-like evil creature. But that wasn't the God of Death, but the Corpse God, a huge, white deity full of the power of death, also called the God of Death, but it was the God of Death of this world.

The God of Death also saw Dorre at this time, raised his hand, and a narrow scythe suddenly appeared in his hand, slashing towards him, extremely fast.

Dorre was fearless, raised his hand, and a scythe also appeared in his hand. His scythe was different from the other's, but was wide, thick, and heavy. The two styles were completely different.

The two scythes collided with each other, and Corpse 65's scythe shattered instantly.

Corpse 65's magical illusion instantly twisted, "If I hadn't been tortured by you for so many days, how could I have been defeated by you, damn it."

He condensed another scythe, crossed the endless void, and stabbed fiercely at Dorre.

Dorre didn't even look at it, and punched out with his left hand, smashing the scythe into countless fragments, scattered throughout the world.

That was formed by the other party's mental power, and it was scattered. Both of them exuded a strong aura of death, decay, and neither of their characteristics could affect the other.

Dorre sped up and quickly closed the distance, while Corpse 65 desperately resisted, constantly transforming into various weapons, trying to prevent Dorre from approaching.

But it was useless. He had been imprisoned for almost half a year, and it was of no use at all.

Dorre got closer and closer, and he became more and more desperate. Finally, he screamed, "The Nightmare Ancestor will avenge me."

Dorre's voice slowly said, "You should understand that this is an independent world. It's useless even if your ancestor comes. At most, he will use the little tricks left in your body, which won't amount to much."

Corpse 65 despaired.

His meditation technique became smaller and smaller, and his magical illusion became smaller and smaller, while Dorre's magical illusion became larger and larger. At this time, he realized that the same kind of aura seemed to be able to devour each other.

This was not a good sign.

Dorre didn't care about these things, grabbed the other party's meditation illusion in his hand, and then invaded.

Dorre made contact with the other party's mental power for the first time at negative distance, directly and rudely invading. As soon as he entered, he saw a green, shield-like thing, protecting the other party's core. Then, in an instant, a mighty, grand, and strange will seemed to awaken, sending out a tyrannical force to slowly push Dorre's will away.

At the same time, a deep and low voice sounded, "You're finally here, young man."

The voice was full of magnetism, as if expecting this, calm, composed, confident, as if he could control everything.

Outside Corpse 65's soul, a purple light slowly rose. At the same time, Corpse 65's soul seemed to burn, constantly twisting, becoming nourishment for the purple light. The purple light became stronger and stronger, sharper and sharper, and soon became a soul body only a little smaller than Dorre.

Dorre didn't take any action, letting the other party grow.

The soul body grew quickly, but he soon frowned, because he couldn't sense his main body at all, and his face changed.