A thousand-foot tall pitch-black tower appeared out of nowhere in the sky, hanging motionlessly yet causing the entire world to fall into silence.
"What is that?"
Ren Wolang stared wide-eyed, asking in shock.
Had they encountered an enemy again?
Ren Wopiao took out his weapon, ready to fight.
Su Yie swept the area with his Divine Sense, but as he approached the pitch-black tower, he was repelled and almost suffered backlash.
A sense of unease rose again in his heart, causing his eyebrows to furrow tightly.
"Let's retreat first; I've got a bad feeling about this thing."
Feng Long advised in Su Yie's mind; Su Yie's injuries had not yet healed, and he could not afford to fight recklessly.
Su Yie did not overestimate himself and immediately led Ren Wokuang and the two others away.
As they flew toward the horizon, they frequently looked back.
The pitch-black tower stood in the sky, its doors and windows trembling slightly as if something was about to burst forth.
