Qin Chuan stood at the edge, watching the True Gods fight so fiercely for a spot that they were nearly beating each other's brains out.
Beside him, Cang Hai wrung his hands and stared longingly at the floating mass of dark gold liquid.
"My lord, the progress counter's moving! More than a dozen people have already met the requirement!" Cang Hai pointed at a string of numbers that had appeared above the Pure White Space.
Wielding the Thunder Law with brute force, the Four-Armed Strongman pushed his way directly beneath the liquid sphere. He opened his mouth and inhaled. Purple-black lightning mixed with dark gold Origin Essence and poured into his Godhead.
The Masked Woman's Time Conduit drew even faster. She alone siphoned off nearly a tenth of the liquid.
Qin Chuan ignored them. He took out the Moment of Utmost Darkness and spun it around his fingertips.
"Eat that, and the Black Tower brands your Godhead," Qin Chuan said casually. "The more you eat, the tighter the leash. If you want to be its dog, I won't stop you."
Cang Hai jerked back the foot he had started to step forward with. Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.
He looked at the black, horny growths spreading across the Four-Armed Strongman's skin from the extreme influx of power, then at the faint tower-shaped mark appearing on the hand with which the Masked Woman held her Hourglass.
It really was a dog leash!
"Then what do we do?" Cang Hai's voice trembled. "Anyone who doesn't meet the requirement becomes fuel for this tower!"
The Mechanical Law Voice boomed again.
[Current number qualified: 145/200.] [Insufficient Origin Essence remains. Please accelerate absorption.]
The Dark Gold Liquid Sphere had shrunk by more than half, and the others fought even harder over what