Lear ignored the other party and slightly moved his mind.
The Authority of the Swamp was like a sharp long sword, directly piercing into the opponent's mind.
He left a conspicuous mark within its soul.
The Dragon Lich seemed to have sensed something and struggled fiercely while roaring within its soul.
"Damn human, you will never enslave me!!"
"Never!!"
Lear didn't even bother to speak, retrieving the Power of Authority, his gaze coldly fixed on this colossal being with a wingspan of over 20 meters and an emaciated body.
He extended his right hand.
The Land of Crimson Rot suddenly erupted with thick, exaggerated tentacles of flesh and mud, directly binding it.
The next moment, his five fingers suddenly clenched.
Those tentacles of mud tightened abruptly, as if billions of tons of force exploded simultaneously.
It actually twisted this Level 19 Corpse Dragon into pieces!
Bang~ Crumble~
