Stepping onto the Path of Life and Death in the Blood Pool

Everyone had finally confirmed it: Mirage Eagle had lost.

In an instant, they raised their estimation of Wu Heng's strength—and their respect for him—by eight notches, placing him in the Association just below the Spirit Sacrifice.

"Captain Mirage Eagle, don't worry. We'll definitely follow Vice President Blood Floss's arrangements," everyone replied in unison.

This also confirmed Wu Heng's status within the Association.

Tower Guardians respected strength above all else. Wu Heng was strong, so he deserved to be among the upper ranks. There was no logic in having the weak command and lead the strong.

Amid their welcome, Wu Heng entered the base.

He then told the many Tower Masters to go rest and that they did not need to accompany him any longer, leaving only four Tower Master team members behind.

"When is our guard duty scheduled?" he asked the four.

"Captain, it's at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning. There are still fifteen hours until then," Red Bone said softly.

"Good. Get ready. We enter the node on time tomorrow."

"Yes, Captain!" the four replied.

The next day, at 8:30 in the morning.

Wu Heng and the four others had collected their identity badges and rule manuals, then lined up to enter a steel fortress covering an area the size of ten football fields.

The exterior of the building was entirely covered in blast-proof armor, while its interior was coated in a layer of Chikuai Silver that seemed to be constantly writhing.

Although such a structure would take ordinary people a long time to build, for Tower Guardians and the psychics of this world, it was far too easy.

The queue before them split into two lines.

One was an exclusive passage for Tower Guardians, while the other belonged to this world's psychics and peak martial artists.

Those psychics and