"Great harvest!"
Xu Ning's spatial ring was full of hidden fragments.
The last round of resource outbreaks was over. The tower was about to be sealed, and the arcanists who entered would soon be ejected from the tower.
'The resources in the tower are so abundant…'
Xu Ning was a little curious about where the resources in the tower came from.
If the three rank ten arcanists had stored these resources in advance, then the amount of resources they had stored at that time must have been unimaginable.
'The space is starting to distort…'
Xu Ning felt a slight fluctuation in space.
Soon, the fluctuations became more and more intense.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the area around Xu Ning began to warp, and the feeling of teleportation came again.
When Xu Ning regained his perception, he had already appeared outside the tower.
'I'm out…'
