Seeing this situation, Dolai had an idea and separated a portion of his mental power and entered one of the dreams that was experiencing violent fluctuations.

The next second, Dolai appeared in a dream. In the dream, this was an imperfect city of Albis, which was shaking slightly, and the surrounding world seemed like ripples on water.

He was standing at the gate of the city at this moment. The sky was dim, without sunshine, and filled with blood-red clouds, looking very depressing.

Dolai didn't think much about it. In a dream, nothing was strange. The blood-red sky was nothing surprising.

It is normal for this person to dream about the city of Albis.

It's just that the city is very turbulent now, which is not in line with common sense. At this time, he saw that large areas outside the city were collapsing and gathering towards the center.

When Dolai saw this, he walked inside without thinking much.

There was no one in the city, as if it were a dead city. The center of the city was the center of the dream.

Dole did not walk slowly along the street, but flew directly and moved forward.

The city in the dream was smaller. Only when I flew into the sky did I see that there were only a few streets around, and they were constantly twisting. The owner of the dream had very unstable mental power and seemed to be suffering inhuman abuse.

Flying across the sky, Dolai soon saw the most central area.

The central area is very clear, with the wizard tower on one side and the city lord's mansion on the other. The area in the middle is the buffer zone that Dolai specifically deals with, and there is nothing here.

At this moment, it seemed as if all the people in the entire city were here, all killed tragically around, corpses strewn all over the ground, blood flowing like a river, rows of executioners and guards dressed in the costumes of Albis City stood there, staring at the people in the middle who were not dead yet.

Among those who survived, one young man was particularly frightened.

He is the master of this dream.

In front of the boy, Dolai saw another self.

Dolai had a ferocious face. He waved his hand casually, and the executioners around him raised their knives and chopped off several heads. Then the bodies were thrown around at random.

So this is how these corpses were formed?

Duolai looked at that 'Duolai' and felt a little strange. Was it the boy himself in his dream, or someone else in disguise?

He looked around to see the situation and soon discovered that many things were artificially fabricated, such as the dead bodies around him. The host's mental state was already shaky, so he had no time to care about these dead bodies. However, these dead bodies were still displayed very clearly around him, and their expressiveness was extremely strong.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the surrounding broken limbs and arms, the hideous faces of the dead, all of this was clearly displayed in front of the host, and it would be impossible for an ordinary person not to collapse.

Duolai looked at the other man fiercely, "Hehe, your family only has your father and your mother left. Face the reality. I built this small city just to harvest your blood and make a magic weapon. Now the magic weapon is almost formed. Be angry and afraid. The more tragic you are, the more powerful the magic weapon will be in the future. Hahahaha, come and cut off that man's head."

The boy was close to collapse. He screamed frantically, "No, damn Dolai demon, you will not die well." Seeing that his father was really going to be pushed out and beheaded, the boy finally couldn't help but scream, "The Glorious Wizard Alliance will avenge us, you will not die well."

Ahhhhh.

The boy was hysterical, and it was obvious that he really couldn't hold on any longer after watching his father being beheaded. Too many people died around him: his uncle, his aunt, his brothers and sisters, his friends, and partners, all died tragically in front of him. The boy was really about to collapse.

At this moment, the surrounding noises suddenly quieted down.

All of a sudden, all the shouting stopped, and the people around suddenly became still. There was no smell, no sound of wind, as if one had suddenly arrived in another world.

Dole saw this, and so did the boy. The boy was completely at a loss. At this time, Dole looked into the distance, and saw another Dole standing in the distance. The large piles of dead bodies around him disappeared, and the streets became clean again.

'Dole' looked at Dole and frowned. He did not feel the power of dreams from the other party, but the other party had the ability to control dreams. He directly wiped out the horrible world he created and made everything in front of him return to calm.

What does this mean? Is this still Dolai? Isn't he practicing some kind of meditation method of the storm element? How is it related to mental power again?

'Dole' used his ability to attack Dole in the distance, and the dream compilation ability was activated. Strange soldiers formed around him and rushed towards Dole.

On the other side of 'Dole', the young man was already stunned.

Two Dolai demons appeared?

He could no longer tell the real from the fake, but he could still see the difference between the two Dolai. The Dolai in front of him was the Dolai he had seen, and the other Dolai seemed a little different. He seemed to be the real city lord, great, majestic, and brilliant, who was extremely kind to ordinary people.

So what's in front of me is fake?

Are those dead bodies fake too? Under the feet of another Dolai City Lord, large numbers of dead bodies suddenly disappeared and reappeared on the ground, without even the smell of blood. What on earth happened?

The boy's anger and fear were gone, and in his dreams, he seemed to have regained the initiative.

As Dolai walked forward, his dream-compilation ability was activated, erasing everything around him. He could feel the other party's dream-compilation ability, which was almost the same as his own, but his mental power was much greater, so it was not very difficult for him to compile it by force.

The two people's dream-compilation abilities clash, and whoever has the stronger ability will have the upper hand.

Looking at the various soldiers created by 'Dole', without speaking, without exchanging or communicating, Dole came up with a huge thunder net. Dozens of lightning bolts appeared in front of him and swept towards the soldiers.

In the dream-composing ability, there is almost nothing that cannot be done as long as it can be imagined.

Thunder and lightning swept across, covering a huge lightning net, and a bright white color fell from the sky in front of the eyes. The next moment, the soldiers fought hard, and each soldier emitted a powerful blood and energy fluctuation, bombarding the thunder and lightning in the sky.

The lightning net collided with the fluctuations of qi and blood, canceling each other out with a crackling sound, but the power of lightning was obviously greater than the fluctuations of qi and blood, and its speed was slightly slowed down. The qi and blood were suppressed and defeated.

'Dole's' face changed, and the soldiers released their bloody anger again.

The lightning net continued to descend, destroying the blood and energy again. The next moment, the lightning net sank into the crowd. Rumbling, thunder and lightning raged, and the dream soldiers fell to the bottom one after another and disappeared.

"Dole." Duolei roared, feeling that the other party's attainments in dreams were somewhat fierce. This thunder method was simply invincible. Was this a fantasy?

Duolai looked at Duolai with a neutral expression, and did not rush to attack. "Who are you? Another puppet of the Nightmare Ancestor?"