The Tower's Internal Structure

"My lord!" Sildan and the other two said respectfully.

Wu Heng looked at the three before him. In terms of strength, they had already reached the High Priest's own level. Compared to the High Priest, what they lacked was merely the aptitude to bear the Lord of Hell's power.

Because their souls were connected to Silent Hill, they had been powerful to begin with.

After being transformed into Blood Floss Demons, they retained the foundation of their original strength while advancing even further. That was why they possessed sufficient strength but lacked the aptitude to become Blood Floss High Priests.

Yulia, on the other hand, was rather compatible with the power of fear. Unfortunately, Wu Heng was not currently the Lord of Fear Hell.

Overall, Wu Heng was quite satisfied with the three of their strength. At the very least, they were equivalent to two-star Tower Masters without any trump cards.

This meant that, although Wu Heng had yet to become an Association President, the subordinates hidden within the Lighthouse Space behind his Blood Floss Hall already rivaled those of the major associations.

The only flaw was that these Blood Floss Demons were not Tower Guardians.

"There may still be things you don't understand. This is the current situation."

Wu Heng pointed a finger, and three streams of Nightmare Power carrying fragments of an illusion entered the three minds, roughly explaining the situation in Lighthouse Space.

As Blood Floss Demons, the three of them had already bound their lives to Wu Heng's. They were also controlled by the Thought Steel Seal, so betrayal was impossible.

Moreover, the lighthouse did not impose much secrecy on information about Lighthouse Space.

Wu Heng did not mind telling them.

"This..." The three were instantly stunned. They were not puppets; they possessed their own thoughts