As if the high tower were constantly growing, inching closer to the boundary akin to a mirror, attempting to reassemble.
The gravity and telekinesis it emitted also became increasingly brutal and mad.
Effortlessly, it could completely obliterate an entire ruined city district, sweeping up countless fragments, sweeping across, creating a storm enveloping the entire Crack Realm.
"It's still growing!"
The Lama of Wulou Temple stood aghast, his charred body recovering under the forceful amendment of will, yet he could no longer maintain his withered expression.
Everyone's hearts grew colder and colder, unable to suppress their trembling.
It was already this exaggerated now, once it was fully completed...
"Duke An Guo, Duke Changle, the current situation is probably self-explanatory..."
The Shattered Wolf laboriously gathered from the writhing flesh, Shekri's face emerging from it: "If this continues, we will only sit and wait for death, getting picked off one by one.
