Warlord

When the image was fixed on the expressionless face of Zero, the purple-haired man removed his finger. Losing the energy he provided, the neurons in the brain rapidly withered until they became inorganic.

“Looks like you’ve gotten a little stronger, Zero.” The man smiled happily. He looked at the man and said, “Your body isn’t bad either. It’s a pity to die just like that. Let me maximize your potential.”

He took out an exquisite metal box from the pocket of his shirt and flipped open the lid. Inside the black box was a small bottle of medicine. The purple-haired man took out the medicine. Just as he was about to insert it into the corpse’s neck, the man suddenly stood up.

Within the space, the elements became restless. As the fire elements continued to grow stronger, they began to reject other elements. In just a few seconds, they occupied the leading position in the mine’s space. Follow current novels on NoveI[F]ire.net

A phenomenon in which one element rejects another element is called the elemental domain. This was a kind of fake domain. Within the scope of the domain, the ability of a specific essence element was maximized.

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A pillar of fire suddenly shot out from the ground about ten meters in front of the purple-haired man. After spitting and swallowing for three seconds, the fire returned but did not extinguish. A woman’s face suddenly appeared amidst the burning flames. This face was made purely of flames. If it were a real person, they would be able to see that the other party was an extremely beautiful woman from the contours of her face.

She opened and closed her mouth, and a hollow voice that seemed to come from far away resounded in the mine.

“Sir Andrew, please allow me to greet you.”