The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Having obtained three top-tier meditation techniques from that era, the purpose of this trip has already been achieved. As for the materials, it depends on Old Poison.

Dore's mental power stirred as he prepared to take off the two people's rings.

The rings contain the power of space magic patterns, which can usually preserve things for a very long time, so these things generally don't break easily.

He retrieved them together. It was very easy to take the ring from the person on the chair. His bones had long decayed, and with a gentle pull, the bones turned to powder. When taking the item from the person at the door, Dore discovered that this guy's bones were quite tough; a gentle tug didn't pull it off.

Turning around and carefully examining the bone, Dore realized that this person was actually a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts.

Although the person had already died, the bones of his body withstood the erosion of history and remained very hard.

He pulled hard, and the bone finally broke, and the ring successfully came off. With a thought, he was about to absorb the mental power.

At this moment, a violent white thread suddenly surged out from the ring, following Dore's mental power towards his sea of consciousness.

This sudden occurrence was something Dore hadn't anticipated. He had already been attacked once, but he didn't expect the source of the attack to still be present.

In a flash, Dore abandoned the mental power absorption of the ring, directly severed the connection, and then retreated rapidly.

This white thread was different from the subtle threads that had been imperceptibly influencing him earlier. Its aggressiveness was greatly enhanced, and he dared not let it enter his sea of consciousness.

The white thread was a mental power attack. Noticing the severance of Dore's mental power and losing its target, it immediately split apart and shot in all directions with extreme speed. Despite Dore's mental power, he was still struck by a tiny bit of mental power.

The white thread seized this opportunity, unleashing all its speed and chasing after him again.

At this moment, the warning signs in Dore's heart had reached their peak. This thing was simply a clinging leech; how could it be so fast?

In less than a thought's time, the white thread tracked to his forehead, about to enter his sea of consciousness.

Too fast.

Dore had long shielded himself. The flames of the Bonefire blazed, reflecting his inner and outer being, preventing all those strange insects from getting close. Therefore, the other party was unaware of his sea of consciousness. When the white thread reached the sea of consciousness, Dore felt the first life-or-death crisis in his life.

The white thread broke through the outer restrictions of the sea of consciousness almost irresistibly and entered.

In the sea of consciousness, the Bonefire blazed. As soon as the white thread entered, it was burned, twisting and struggling frantically, but it didn't give up at all. With the coordinates of this white thread, countless white threads in the air surged in madly.

These threads were much stronger than the last time.

"Heh heh heh heh, I didn't expect that after seven thousand years, someone would actually be able to come here. Truly, Heaven has not forsaken me."

As the white threads entered, they combined and became a strong force, frantically breaking into Dore's mental power core.

At this moment, Dore had completely sealed his mind in the sea of consciousness, fully resisting the white thread. The Bonefire blazed, almost burning him to nothingness. Although the white thread was surging, when it actually touched the flames, it immediately emitted a sizzling sound of being burned, unable to advance an inch.

Hearing this sound, Dore thought, "Could this be the mastermind behind the scenes?"

While mobilizing his power to encircle and suppress, he sneered and followed up on the other party's words.

"So, you're saying that you destroyed this sect?"

The person's white threads frantically resisted the flames, trying to break in, but Dore didn't give him a chance at all.

The white thread was somewhat discouraged, and he said angrily, "Give up resisting. A level five wizard, you won't win against me. Although I haven't seen your kind of flame before, how long can it burn for?"

Dore sneered, "Longer than you think."

The Bonefire is the flame that comes with the Bone Meditation Technique. Although it seems to burn fiercely, it's actually one of the inherent abilities, and the consumption isn't that great. He didn't know what this thing was, but it was burning very slowly, which piqued his interest.

Crisis, danger, and opportunity coexist. If he could obtain the other party's secret, his mental power could also be greatly improved, but this method was too dangerous. A slight carelessness could lead to the other party taking over his body and losing control of his clone.

Was this how the other party eliminated his enemies' mental power?

The flames blazed, blocking the white threads on the periphery. Dore broke through several times, but these white threads were very tenacious, and the burning speed was very slow. The two sides were deadlocked like this.

The owner of the white threads was also a little anxious. He had sensed earlier that one of the two people was very difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect him to be so troublesome.

He also knew that this person wasn't a real person. After transforming into white threads, although he lost his sight and hearing, his mental power itself was very sensitive. After a great loss of power, he was now only equivalent to an ordinary level six wizard.

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To deal with a level five meditation technique wizard and fail to break through in the first moment, he had already thought that this might be a genius of this era.

Geniuses have their advantages. These people have powerful talents, and their physiques are inclined towards a certain element, allowing them to cultivate quickly. Geniuses also have their difficulties. These people are often more arrogant and have stronger wills, making them difficult to invade. He now only had this pure mental power left. If he could take over the body, he could live a good life by using the other party's physique. If he failed, he could only lie dormant again.

Don't look at him trying so hard to drill into Dore's sea of consciousness. It looks like he's not being burned much by the flames, but it's actually very difficult.

He had never seen this kind of meditation technique before. There was a strange power belonging to the mental side in the flames, which seemed to be able to burn his mental power.

One tried hard and unyieldingly to drill into Dore's Bone Demon God Meditation Technique, and the other tried hard to intercept the white threads. The two sides were deadlocked there.

At this time, the benefits of a high-end meditation technique were reflected. Magic power was endless, and he didn't feel tired of engaging in a tug-of-war with the white threads. The flames constantly impacted, intercepted, and exploded, but they firmly blocked the white threads outside the Bone Demon God's illusory image. He persisted for a full fifteen minutes and still didn't show any signs of fatigue.

Fifteen minutes in the mental world is actually very long, as if several centuries had passed. The two people's spirits were entangled together, fighting fiercely. This was more exciting, thrilling, and bizarre than fighting with wizardry. It was completely a life-or-death situation, and both sides showed their true skills.

I don't know how long it had passed. After the white threads were burned and consumed a little, and Dore's flame power had also consumed a small part, the white threads suddenly spoke and shouted at Dore, "Little brother, why don't we cease hostilities? If you help me seize the body of another person, after you go out, I guarantee to impart all the advanced knowledge of Blackwater Mountain, including the refining method of this Black Bone Worm. This is the highest achievement of my Blackwater Mountain sect, and I spent three hundred years to refine it successfully."