Under the oppressive gaze of these eerie towers, everyone present stood as stiff as wood, not daring to move in the slightest.
The dark sky over the Land of Absurdity seemed especially heavy.
The frigid atmosphere even raised goosebumps on the association presidents' necks.
No one dared to speak, and no one dared to flee.
If there had only been one wraith, they might have considered leaving or fighting back.
But if three wraiths fixed their eyes on one person and attacked at the same time, there would likely not even be a chance to escape. Having reached their current status, everyone was cautious enough.
So, even with only a one-in-twenty chance of being chosen, none of them dared to gamble. They waited for someone else to take the lead.
From within Fear Hell, Wu Heng likewise watched the three connected eerie towers outside, as well as the three wraiths within them.
The edges of the towers showed fractures, making them seem more like they had been forcibly torn from some larger building.
Each of the three wraiths carried an aura of slaughter.
Yet none of them made a move.
After assessing the situation, Wu Heng concluded that he would still have no trouble leaving even under these circumstances. Besides, the Rain Wraith on the other side had already reached the edge of hell and begun its invasion.
If he still did nothing, wouldn't that make him seem easy to bully?
"Focus on building the road. I'll handle things here," Wu Heng's manifested figure reassured Spirit Sacrifice and the other man.
The three-eyed sphere high in the sky slowly rotated once.
The rumble stirred by its rotation was like the murmur of hell, carrying a distant, vast tone that made one unable to resist sinking into it.
Then, two of