Several men in black robes, their noses and mouths bleeding and their faces pale, stepped forward to support the swaying leader.
The situation is more serious for the leader.
Not only was there bleeding from his mouth and nose, but his eyes also seemed to have gone blind, his gaze half-open and lifeless. His right hand, which had been defending against Mo Ran, hung limply at his sides, as if it had lost all feeling.
His expression suggested he was finding it hard to accept.
While spitting out blood, he shouted in disbelief, "Impossible! The High Priest has seen the latest intelligence and analyzed it very clearly. With our current strength, even the top Tower Climber of your Eastern Continent couldn't possibly harm a high-ranking priest like me!"
Mo Ran landed easily with a backflip, glancing at the gauntlets with some surprise. "To actually withstand an attack from a unique treasure of the 700th floor, you really can't underestimate the neuroticism of you Western Continent folks!"
The man in black robes opposite him was clearly taken aback.
He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Seven hundred floors? Isn't the highest floor only 659? Where did this seven hundred floors come from?"
Wang Wen, speaking from behind, chuckled, "It seems your intelligence is a bit out of touch."
"Don't try to fool me!" the leader shouted, his eyes closed and feigning discomposure. "How could your tower layers, which haven't changed in decades, have increased so much in just a few months after Qin Dongbei's death?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Wen narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.
Mo Ran snorted coldly, said "Enough nonsense," and charged forward again, throwing another punch.
"Boom!!"
The center, which had already been bombed once, exploded again. The surging air currents had nowhere to go but soared straight into the sky, breaking apart the dense clouds in circles.
Mo Ran floated lightly backwards and landed on the ground.
He rubbed his fist and sneered, "I can hit you at least fifty more times with an attack of this level. How long can you withstand it?"
Before he finished speaking, he threw a punch and charged back into the smoke.
They pursued relentlessly.
They gave the other side no chance to breathe.
But this time...
Mo Ran, who had just entered the smoke, suddenly found himself a hundred meters away.
He stared blankly, looking completely lost.
Wang Wen gently waved her Scepter, teleporting him back.
Mo Ran was furious.
He once again unleashed a barrage of sparks, hurtling towards the location of the man in black.
An inconspicuous spike emerged stealthily from within the smoke.
They were so well hidden that even Wang Wen couldn't see them clearly.
Only Mo Ran, who was right next to him, managed to block the attack with his glove-clad hands thanks to his exceptional reflexes.
But the hardness and impact of the spikes were clearly beyond his expectations. The gauntlets blocked the damage but not the impact, and the spikes sent him flying.
It flew backwards through the air, over the heads of Wang Wen and her group, and landed far away where Brother Bear and the others had landed earlier.
This attack left Mo Ran somewhat stunned.
Seeing this, He Jiong was not far away, shouted to Jiang Zheng, Song Ping'an and the others, "Let's go together!" and then rushed into the smoke.
The emotional crowd was stopped by a thick, transparent barrier.
Wang Wen stared at the smoke with a furrowed brow.
A powerful energy fluctuation appeared inside.
The divine power of nearly six hundred " Wang Wen " energies is more than twice as much as the time he transformed in the Tower World!
He had only been out of the tower for less than half a day.
Even with the constant supply from the commoners inside the tower, the amount of divine power accumulated within him was only about one hundred.
Jiang Daoli moved to Mo Ran's side and used the mechanical arm to help him up.
After being stopped by the barrier, He Jiong looked at Wang Wen with a puzzled expression.
Wang Wen's eyes flashed as she stared intently at the smoke and said, "A formidable opponent has arrived."
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
They all watched as the smoke slowly dissipated.
Suddenly, a person wearing a red robe appeared before several wounded and disheveled men in black robes.
From the side, he doesn't appear particularly tall; on the contrary, he's rather thin.
The men in black robes, however, seemed to have found their leader, and they knelt down with great excitement, calling out "High Priest" with utmost respect.
The man in the red robe waved his hand gently.
Wang Wen sensed the divine power of several " Wang Wen " flowing into the black-robed man's body.
Subsequently, the injuries of the several men in black robes visibly improved.
As expected, it was another round of heartfelt flattery and gratitude.
Wang Wen thought for a moment.
He also waved the Scepter.
The oath quickly restored Mo Ran's minor injuries to normal.
The man in red robes opposite seemed to sense something, looked up at Wang Wen, and asked, "You are Wang Wen?"
Everyone who heard the sound was visibly stunned.
It was a soft female voice!
Wang Wen smiled and replied, "You are the High Priest?"
The man in the red robe seemed uninterested in chatting with Wang Wen.
Pointing to several men in black robes, he asked Wang Wen, "Why did you injure our people?"
Having fully recovered from his injuries, Mo Ran hopped out and sneered, "This is the Eastern Continent. We were having a good time on our own turf, not bothering or provoking anyone. They're the ones who came here to mock us and ask for a beating. They deserve to be beaten to death for their arrogant attitude!"
The man in the red robe completely ignored Mo Ran.
It was as if the other person was not qualified to speak to him/her.
As if they hadn't heard a thing.
He simply stared quietly at Wang Wen.
Beneath the red robe's hood, a pure white mask was visible.
The mask had only two holes for the eyes; the rest was completely sealed, so that it was impossible to tell where the air would even enter or exit.
Wang Wen looked at the mask and thought for a moment, then said, "Because they stole things."
" Qin Dongbei?" The man in red glanced down at the man in black, and after receiving a nod in agreement, he looked up at Wang Wen again and said, "He is originally from our Western Continent, but he was just infiltrating your Eastern Continent to gather intelligence. Taking him back wouldn't be considered stealing, would it?"
"There's no point in arguing about this now that everyone's dead," Wang Wen said impatiently. "It's perfect that you're here. Your subordinates say everything is up to you. Choose one: return it to Qin Dongbei or hand over the method of using the divine power. Of course, I have no objection if you hand over both."
The man in the red robe chuckled inexplicably twice, "If you're so capable, why don't you pass it on yourself?"
"What you stole, you should return to yourselves," Wang Wen thought to herself.
Too expensive.
In fact, he had already tried to send an oath back to Qin Dongbei.
The consumption was found to be enormous, Human Face said they wanted to collect fifty!
With transaction fees, it can be as high as one hundred!
He himself only had a little over two hundred " Wang Wen " items, so it's outrageous that nearly half of them were burned after this spread.
I don't know what methods they used to preserve it, but it's so difficult to deal with.
The man in the red robe opposite Wang Wen heard what she said.
He nodded.
I didn't say anything more.
He gently waved and pointed at Wang Wen.
Instantly.
The earth shook violently, and a huge crack appeared in the ground beneath Wang Wen's feet, swallowing him up.
A giant hand made of energy lifted everyone into the air in time.
Above, a massive, fiery meteorite, the size of a playground, surged down.
Wang Wen erected a transparent barrier to block it.
The moment the meteorite struck, its energy dissipated like water, instantly eliminating nearly twenty " Wang Wen "s.
This is equivalent to twenty times the power released by the nuclear bombs launched by the Six Great Consortiums back then!
Wang Wen frowned, waved her Scepter, and teleported everyone away from the area.
The location where it reappeared was also subjected to a "cataclysmic" attack.
It was as if the earth cracks and collapses and the falling meteorites were already bound to him, and he could not get rid of this wave of attacks unless he completely dispersed or neutralized them.
Wang Wen gritted her teeth, condensed the energy of nearly a hundred " Wang Wen "s into Little Sun, and used the Nine Heavens Double Yang Art she learned in the tower to increase the destructive power of the energy several times, blasting it far towards the location of the red-robed man.
The man in the red robe sensed the terrifying energy contained within the Little Sun.
With a wave of his hand, he and the man in black robes vanished on the spot.
Wang Wen waved her Scepter to summon the person back for a close encounter with the Little Sun.
As a result, Human Face floated out of the Scepter and told him that he didn't have enough energy. He needed at least one hundred red-robed people to summon him, plus a processing fee of two hundred.
Wang Wen's face turned cold as she warned it, "Doubling the handling fee at a time like this, aren't you a bit out of line?"
The Human Face paid little attention and with a whoosh, it disappeared back into the Scepter.
Wang Wen pursed her lips and memorized the scene.
If he hadn't previously tested various oaths against Human Face and found them forcibly canceled by the Human Face, he would have "erased" this thing long ago.
It seems we'll have to think of another way to deal with this guy.
Wang Wen thought for a moment.
Let's change the oath. Since we can't transmit it to the red robe, let's try transmitting it to the Little Sun.
Since it's all close contact anyway, it doesn't matter who initiates the physical contact.
The vow was successfully fulfilled this time. Perhaps because the Little Sun was entirely Wang Wen's own energy, with zero resistance, the teleportation consumed very little, deducting less than two " Wang Wen " units.
Even with that damn Human Face recognition fee, one is enough at most.
Wang Wen looked up at the fiery meteorite that was still relentlessly bombarding the transparent barrier and draining its energy.
She raised an eyebrow slightly.
Binding attacks? Anyone can do that.
The sky in a distant direction.
Suddenly, it went dark for a moment.