When they realized something was wrong, it was already very wrong; they felt as though they were facing the Silver Ring alone.
The formation of the four seemed broken, each falling into a realm of fighting separately.
The murmuring sounded like an ocean, like a great wave, becoming more rapid and powerful.
The Silver Ring was the same, like overlapping tides, each wave stronger than the last.
Lately, they've been powerless to pursue the gaunt middle-aged man, struggling just to cope with the Silver Ring.
Even so, they felt they could not block the Silver Ring at any time and might suffer heavy injuries.
Chu Zhiyuan appeared on a mountain summit a mile away, observing the situation here.
He looked up at the vast and magnificent giant tower, feeling puzzled.
If this was merely a projection, what exactly was the gaunt middle-aged man busy with?
