An Ice Sculpture That Knows Morse Code

Boom! Crash!

The towering Clock Tower was sliced in half by the scorching beam of light and came crashing down.

People within several kilometers of the Clock Tower were startled by the sound of its collapse and all turned to look.

"Everyone, look! The Tower of the Gods has fallen!"

"Who did this? They must have a death wish! I, Broadsword Kenkenji, will chop off his head as an offering to the heavens!"

"Don't be stupid, Kenkenji. The other party's strength is unfathomable. You definitely can't beat him."

"You evil tower demolisher! The God of Pocket Watches will punish you."

The Watch Cult followers living nearby all took out silvery-white pocket watches from their pockets, cradled them in their palms, and muttered prayers with devout expressions.

Nan Feng saw all of this from more than twenty kilometers away.

"Oh ho, these guys have been completely brainwashed... Hm? Wait, it looks like a few have stayed rational."

With his sharp eyes, Nan Feng spotted several people in the crowd tossing their pocket watches into the sewers with terrified expressions.

These people were all over level 20. After that Clock Tower was destroyed, they quickly regained their senses and fled into the distance.

They had already realized that the Watch Cult was somewhat strange and did not dare remain here any longer.

"Even people above level 20 can't be completely hypnotized? Sikong Boxue, your Clock Tower is a little disappointing." Nan Feng curled his lip.

He opened the chat panel and shared this information with Long Wudi.

Long Wudi quickly replied, "It can't even hypnotize level 20 people? That's not right. Sikong Boxue shouldn't be this weak."

Nan Feng: "Maybe Sikong Boxue isn't weak. Maybe the Clock Tower is too weak."

Long Wudi: "Then why did he build Clock Towers? Even if