The magic tower, steeped in the stench of death and decay, was the Bone Tower Master's lair.
This did not seem to be where his Black Tower was located, but another one of his hidden bases.
Saine watched the Bone Tower Master in the center of the bone tower's hall with a calm gaze. The tower master was gripped by excitement and greed, and in his hand were the two divine sparks that had originally belonged to Saine.
Although the Black Magicians of the Black Domain could also wage wars of conquest abroad, they lagged far behind normal Holy Towers in terms of the convenience and priority of warfare.
This Bone Tower Master had been famous for several thousand years, yet he had never launched a single Plane War.
The two Level-4 divine sparks in the Bone Tower Master's hand should have been the first two divine sparks he had ever truly acquired for himself.
No wonder he was so excited.
At that moment, Saine's body was tightly gripped by a White Bone Claw.
The sharp White Bone Claw pierced part of Saine's muscles, and a thread of magma-hot blood seeped across its surface.
Not far from Saine was Lina, who was likewise restrained by a White Bone Claw.
There was still an enormous gap between Demigod-level Creatures and true Level-4 or higher beings.
Saine's repeated godslaying on the Faelun Continent did not mean he truly possessed the power to look down upon gods.
At least at his current stage, Saine was still far from becoming a god. That was why this Bone Tower Master had been able to capture him and bring him here.
Of course, the Bone Tower Master had not come away unscathed after taking Saine's Eye of Penetration head-on.
Beneath his broad gray robe, a bloody