Qin Chuan pointed at the broken energy conduits beneath the Abyss.
"He possesses the level of a Void True God. Even this forbidden zone couldn't forcibly lock him inside this wretched Abyss and draw his blood to this extent."
"Unless he made those connecting lines himself."
"He discovered this supreme divine armament and wanted to forcibly subdue it. But he lacked sufficient resources—or rather, the rank of this equipment was too high, and his usual method of claiming ownership simply didn't work."
"So he took a desperate gamble, using his own Origin Divine Blood as fuel and forcibly channeling it into the Black Tower's core through that iron chain, hoping to erase the equipment's ownerless imprint."
Qin Chuan let out a cold laugh.
"And it backfired."
"This equipment had already been contaminated by the laws of the forbidden zone, giving birth to a mutated devouring logic. Following the iron chain, it began drawing out Judgment's Origin Essence in reverse."
"Judgment was firmly stuck to it and couldn't pull free. He could only watch helplessly as he became the Black Tower's blood pack, supplying it with energy, until he was driven mad."
After hearing this analysis, Cang Hai sucked in a sharp breath.
A Void True God had nearly refined himself into medicinal dregs out of greed for a piece of equipment.
The rank of this Black Tower was absolutely absurdly high!
"What do we do now?"
Cang Hai looked at the Dark Gold pillar still turning slowly below, greed filling his eyes, but he didn't dare approach it at all.
"The mutated logic of this thing hasn't completely died. That last attack of yours only stripped away its outer shell. Its core must still be functioning. If you forcibly claim ownership, you'll definitely be drained dry!"
"Who said I was