Lightning flashed across the sky from time to time.
The Void was vast and hazy, revealing a dark, icy blackness.
There was no one in sight in any direction.
Wu Xiaode, stepping on bronze hands, kept leaping upwards.
His speed was extremely fast.
Whenever his upward momentum seemed to wane, a new bronze hand would appear under his foot, allowing him to push upward again.
The darkness was boundless.
The tower and the night seemed to blend together as if they didn't exist.
Suddenly, Wu Xiaode spoke:
"Ulysses, Skadi, both of you can fly, follow behind me and help me scout the surroundings."
Two figures emerged in the Void, whispering:
"Yes, boss."
The Fallen Angel and Enchanting Demon, one on each side, guarded his flank, vigilantly watching the surroundings.
Several minutes later.
Wu Xiaode estimated quietly.
Gauging by his speed, he felt he was moving swiftly, yet he still couldn't see the top of the giant spire.
—Could it be that he was too slow?
