The Witcher: Elemental Lords

As long as Dorai is hit by the light from the equipment, there's a high probability he'll be pulled into a dream.

Once in a dream, the middle-aged man won't be afraid. What he fears most is actions against his real body. In a dream, he's not afraid at all.

The seven-colored light fell on the Wizard Tower. The power of dreams, the power of death, and the power of darkness are fundamentally incompatible, instantly entering.

Dorai would never let the dream-entering technique hit him. The power of dreams is different from the power of elements; they are incompatible. The seven-colored light passed through the Wizard Tower's defenses, which wasn't beyond his expectations. Just as he was about to dodge with his real body, several bones that appeared to be seven-colored suddenly lit up in the Doling Bone Tower and suddenly shook.

A strange power emanated from the bones, and the seven-colored light instantly disappeared.

The seven-colored bones then went silent again, as if nothing had happened.

Dorai hadn't expected this change. He still had many of these bones. He must study them carefully when he gets back. This is a good thing. Could it be that the owner of these bones was related to dreams?

He instantly thought a lot.

At this moment, the middle-aged man, who was slowly flying below, had a grim expression. He immediately calmed down and activated the Dream Palace.

Today, he probably won't be able to escape, but even if he can't escape, he can't let the other party have an easy time. To be able to kill him with just this is too naive.

"Dorai, don't force us to perish together. I'll release your clone, and you let me leave."

Dorai looked at the middle-aged man as if he were looking at another person. "Dreamfiend Ancestor, come out. I know you must have planted a foreshadowing in this person's mind. If you don't come out, there won't be any more chances."

At this moment, the Doling Bone Tower released an extremely powerful aura of death, immediately covering the front.

The aura of death brought weakness, decay, rot, fear, and all sorts of other auras. Although Dream Wizards are powerful, their strength is limited to mental power. If they don't fight in a dream, they don't have a good way to deal with the aura of death released by the Doling Bone Tower.

The middle-aged man almost instantly released an extremely powerful mental storm, charging towards the aura of death. At the same time, mental whips, mental thorns, and all sorts of mental power wizardries were flung at Dorai.

At the same time, he also launched an attack on Dorai's clone with the world woven from dreams. Even if he died, he couldn't let Dorai have an easy time.

The mental storm and other wizardries bombarded the aura of death. Seemingly nothing happened, but many models within the aura of death quietly collapsed, and the aura of death dissipated between heaven and earth. Large swaths of the aura of death disappeared into the air.

The aura of death was still dense, and it still broke through the obstruction of the mental storm, slamming heavily into the middle-aged man's body.

Various equipment on the middle-aged man lit up at this moment, with rays of light resisting the aura of death.

Dorai didn't expect to subdue a Level 6 Wizard with one move. The aura of death is a large-scale wizardry. He just wanted to entangle him and rescue the Dreamfiend clone.

The Dreamfiend clone hasn't been cultivated for long. In terms of refinement, he has some advantages, but in terms of power, he's insufficient.

At this moment, he felt the other party's counterattack. In the dream world, the Dreamfiend clone had already begun to be attacked.

In the hall, the middle-aged man's face was incomparably gloomy, so gloomy it was terrifying. With a wave of his hand, those people walked out of the hall and charged towards Dorai's clone.

"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me." At the palace entrance, the middle-aged man's eyes were ferocious, staring fiercely at Dorai at this moment.

Dorai's clone didn't have many options at this moment. In front of him, similar figures appeared, all of whom were the souls of various dream masters he had been collecting all along.

Over the years, he had only collected the dreams of over a thousand people, weaving over a thousand dreams.

However, these people were either fierce bandits or black wizards. In terms of quality, they were much stronger than the other party's. Dorai could still hold on for a while. As long as the Skeletal Demon God clone could take down the other party's true body, the other party would be water without a source.

With the appearance of one person after another, the palace entrance became crowded. Soon, the two sides' teams made contact and began the most primitive war.

A punch from you, a kick from me, a sword from you, a spear from me. It was as if two armies were fighting, without sound, without bloodshed, and without much color. The battle in the dream world all depended on each individual's understanding of dreams. At this time, no one would put a bloody color on the war, as that would also consume mental power.

The two's dream creations fought. Soon, Dorai's team was surrounded by the other party. Over a thousand people were being beaten by nearly ten thousand.

A fierce middle-aged man stood at the very front of the team. He held a large sword in his hand. With a wave of his hand, a huge sword qi was generated out of thin air, slashing fiercely towards the front.

Dozens of people who looked like old, weak, and disabled soldiers in the front were struck by the sword qi and instantly turned into fragments.

The next moment, a sword qi came again, standing in front of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man waved his hand and shattered the sword qi. At the same time, he turned around, waved his hand, and the sword qi was waved out of his hand again, and large swaths of people disappeared into the air in front of him.

This was Dorai's vanguard, a Level 6 Warrior in life, an existence who had comprehended the will to fight. At this time, he was standing at the very front of the team.

Although the number of his dream bubbles was insufficient, the essence of his dream creations was very powerful. None of those who could commit capital crimes were good people.

Dorai's dream creations had always been very strong, but the middle-aged man's dream creations weren't very good. Large swaths of them fell.

It seemed like he had the upper hand, but in fact, it was all his people who were dying.

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The middle-aged man also had some powerful people. One of the wizards released a large amount of frost with one move, and had already killed more than a dozen of Dorai's dream creations, which was very brutal.

At this moment, the palace entrance had become a large battlefield with a radius of several kilometers. The two each commanded an army, frantically slaughtering towards each other.

Dorai watched around while thinking about how to resist the other party. His quality was high, but the quantity was seriously insufficient. It would be great if he could change the terrain here.

Unfortunately, this was the other person's dream weaving place, and he was at an absolute disadvantage. He couldn't arbitrarily distort or change the environment.

Let's just stalemate. It'll be fine once the clone takes down his true body.

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The aura of death and the aura of darkness constantly pursued the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man ran wildly while resisting, while releasing mental storms and other wizardries to weaken Dorai's various dark wizardries.

His speed wasn't fast, and he couldn't quickly escape the battlefield.

He was about to be driven to desperation. Dorai had a Wizard Tower. How could he possibly be the other party's opponent?

As he ran, he observed his surroundings. His face was full of ferocity. At this moment, his face lit up with joy. There was a small town ahead, so he flew towards that direction with all his strength.

Dorai also saw the small town. How could he let him have his way? The Wizard Tower immediately and quickly surpassed the middle-aged man, blocking him in front. He wasn't in a hurry to kill the other party. Otherwise, he would have crashed into him at the first moment.

The middle-aged man watched helplessly as the Wizard Tower landed in front of him, his face ashen. The other party's speed was faster than his own. The other party didn't kill him. What was he trying to do? Did he really want to force the Ancestor out?