The Bunker, Second Floor.
The enormous orange vortex was already three times the size of the other vortices...
The number of people it swallowed kept increasing as well.
The news from Oyer, who had escaped the vortex not long ago, had left everyone somewhat worried about that orange vortex.
Although Albert thought Evelyn had a point, and perhaps the parchment had turned into something rotten simply because the item was unique.
Deep down, he was still extremely worried about Wen Xishu.
During this time, Albert had not chosen to fight in the white vortices, because teams had been successfully eliminating them one after another.
Most of these teams had received some help and guidance from Wen Xishu before entering the vortices.
Albert knew very well that Wen Xishu was currently the foremost climber of the Strange Tower.
Even if Wen Xishu died, no successor would emerge for a long time. Even if one did, they would at most surpass him in floor level, but find it hard to replicate those experiences.
Of course Albert did not want Wen Xishu to die, but right now, that orange vortex was still spreading... making Albert increasingly wonder whether this was another joke heaven was playing on him.
Over all these years, how many geniuses had he seen? He had placed his hopes in quite a few people, too, but in the end, all of them had died in the towers or in the Great Devourment.
Was it going to be the same this time?
But this old man seemed not to be so unlucky this time.
Just as he found it increasingly difficult to suppress his inner agitation, wanted to kill someone, and was preparing to enter a white vortex...
Suddenly, someone exclaimed:
"Good grief, what am I seeing? Quick, look!"
This person