The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Powerful, unstoppable, that was Dorle's interpretation of this force. He was completely unable to resist and was about to be caught in the opponent's hand.

At this moment, an incomparably rich, sacred, and unparalleled power of blood and energy broke through the obstacles in front of him and appeared before Dorle. Emperor Yale's fighting spirit and the will of blood and energy were perfectly integrated, forming a war god. He stood in front of Dorle, waved his hand, and a blood-colored hand appeared, firmly blocking the power of the old ancestor, and then said coldly, "Stop it, you old fogey. If you dare to do it again, I will use the imperial formation to suppress you."

Before Dorle's eyes, the world reappeared. He saw that Emperor Yale was stubbornly resisting the opponent's witchcraft invasion.

"Get out of the way, I want to clear the pollution." The old ancestor didn't explain to Emperor Yale, and then the power suddenly pressed down.

The sky collapsed, and the sky turned black again, as if the sky had fallen. A piece of hard blackness broke through the world and pressed **** towards Emperor Yale.

Emperor Yale raised his hand, his face flushed red, but he still didn't give up. With a thought, he was about to directly use the imperial formation.

He naturally knew whether Dorle had been invaded by the Nightmare. Because he had super alchemy equipment on him that could detect whether other people's souls were real. Dorle definitely had no problems. Now he just wanted to know how he knew about the Nightmare Empire.

If there was a question, he would ask it. If he was caught back by this person, things would probably be terrible.

"You want to stop me?" The old ancestor was deadlocked for a long time, snorted coldly, and was about to unleash his ultimate power.

An eighth-level wizard fighting a ninth-level warrior was not easy, but it was possible. The difference in mental power was fully reflected at this time. No matter how strong a warrior's will was, it couldn't be too strong.

Just then, a coldness appeared in the old ancestor's heart at some unknown time. His power was instantly frozen, most of his thoughts were frozen, and his body was instantly covered with frost.

The power suddenly disappeared. Emperor Yale was still trying his best to resist. Suddenly, the power disappeared, and he jumped up.

He hurriedly stabilized his figure, readjusted his blood and fighting spirit will, and looked at the old ancestor, who had silently frozen into an ice sculpture.

Seeing this, Emperor Yale completely breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to the surroundings, "Thank you, Ancestor Qian Yue."

Dorle was terrified. With a difference of two major levels, he couldn't even understand the opponent's fighting style. He only suddenly saw the opponent being frozen into an ice sculpture, and he subconsciously wanted to leave.

The power of the Wizard Tower broke through the obstacles and directly landed on the two of them. A piece of equipment on Dorle's body suddenly lit up, and the bodies of the two suddenly became transparent.

Emperor Yale turned his head and saw such a scene.

At this moment, a force rose from somewhere, directly cutting off the connection between the small courtyard and the outside world. Dorle and Ash re-appeared clearly.

Dorle's face was gloomy. The teleportation was interrupted.

Just then, a voice came from the house in the yard, "Cough cough, it's okay, come in."

Emperor Yale was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and said to Dorle, "The Great Ancestor is inside, let's go in."

He glanced sinisterly at the old ancestor who was frozen into an ice sculpture, and said in his heart, "In the future, I'll have Little San cut his resources in half, so you can be arrogant."

He flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, and took the lead to walk into the house in the small courtyard.

Dorle and Ash looked at each other. There was nothing they could do at this time, so they could only walk inside.

In the courtyard, the white color on the Frost Elder's body gradually faded away. Soon, he was able to move again.

He turned his head and looked back with a gloomy face, and also walked towards the small courtyard.

Now that Clan Uncle has arrived, this matter can be clarified. The Nightmare Empire's matter must not be taken lightly.

The Nightmare Empire has re-emerged, this is a major event.

The house was very clean, with a wide, long table. Dorle took a look. This seemed to be a place for meetings.

A thin old man sat at the innermost part, holding an inconspicuous cane in his hand, kind and amiable, as if he were just an ordinary old man. Was the other party the ninth-level old ancestor? Dorle's heart trembled. The difference between the sixth level and the ninth level was like the difference between an ant and an elephant.

The old man sat at the innermost part. After everyone came in, he waved his hand, and the surrounding windows and doors closed silently.

The thin old man looked at the old man who had just entered the door and said slowly, "I agreed to let you come, to fulfill your wish and let you ask, not to let you cause trouble. Do you have a say in whether the other party has been mentally polluted?"

He suddenly stretched out his stick, and the old man at the door suddenly groaned and his face suddenly turned pale.

Dorle's mouth twitched, somewhat surprised. This was another attack method he didn't know. The power of the eighth and ninth levels was indeed very strange.

The thin old man calmed down and looked at Dorle, saying, "Come, sit down and tell me what you know."

He had seen many geniuses. Unless Dorle reached the seventh level now, the thin old man wouldn't care.

If he didn't reach the seventh level, he wouldn't be on the right path after all.

However, the probability of the other party reaching the seventh level was very high, so he couldn't help but pay attention.

Dorle breathed a sigh of relief. This person seemed to be an easy person to talk to.

He didn't speak, but closed his eyes, and then condensed a mental power information light spot, "Everything I know is in here. The Nightmare Ancestor's cultivation technique is very strange. I trapped his split soul in a closed space and spent a lot of effort to kill it."

The old man at the door's eyes widened.

He knew how powerful the Nightmare Ancestor was. He was a proper eighth-level limit expert. His split soul was also invincible in this world. Mental pollution was terrifying, but if his split soul was trapped in a small world, it would not be a threat.

How did he do it? Even the Glory Wizard Alliance could only achieve temporary results with spatial cutting techniques.

He immediately said, "Old Ancestor, no, there may be mental pollution."

The thin old man glanced at the old man, glared, and then beckoned to Dorle.

Dorle quickly pushed the light spot over.

The old man immediately became anxious and was about to stop him.

With a move of his mental power, an extremely powerful force bombarded the light spot in the middle. His power was extremely hot, but in less than a tenth of a second, the light spot was affected.

The thin old man glanced at the old man and immediately became angry. This idiot.

"Presumptuous, have you cultivated all these years to a dog? Even if the Nightmare Ancestor is here, what can he do?"

The expression in his eyes suddenly changed, and the old man at the door suddenly lost his momentum and his face was extremely pale.

Only then did he remember that he seemed to be bewitched. The fear that the Nightmare Ancestor brought him was too strong, and he had forgotten that the Old Ancestor was at the ninth level.

He hurriedly took two steps back and stopped speaking.

The Nightmare Ancestor was unparalleled in power back then, and he was one of the participants. He was too scared at the time.

Dorle looked at the Fire King Old Ancestor, who was acting somewhat abnormally, and was a little surprised. This old man seemed to have seen the Nightmare Ancestor. Was he scared?

The light spot arrived in front of the thin old ancestor. He only glanced at it, and his heart was shocked.

Dorle had actually created an independent space and killed the Nightmare Ancestor's clone, and walked through his spiritual world.

The light spot Dorle gave him was very detailed, detailed to the complete process of the event.

After carefully reviewing it, the thin old man put down the light spot and gently turned it into nothingness.