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Old Turtle's miserable screams echoed beyond the platform at the top of the tower, gradually fading as they descended.

The screams pierced through the footage and reached the ears of every viewer outside, sending chills down their spines.

No one dared imagine what would happen to someone who fell from such a height... even if he was a veteran Tier 5 Long-Lived One.

If Old Turtle had followed the Shell Spiral, he might have stood a chance of surviving. But he was an "Illusion"; physical strength was not his specialty.

After failing in his opening sneak attack, being kicked into severe injury by his opponent's counterattack, and then falling from the tower like this—

He was undoubtedly dead!

"Good, good, good!"

The bizarre man in the tall hat at the center of the platform grinned viciously without pause.

"Uninvited guests like you dare take the initiative to attack me, the 'host'? Wonderful!"

Whoosh!

With a sweep of his voluminous robe, he clasped his hands behind his back. He stood like a hawk poised on its feet, his overwhelming presence blanketing the entire platform like dark clouds.

His sharp eyes narrowed on that deathly pale, falsely smiling face as he stared at the masked man and woman from the Hymn Choir.

The two of them felt their hair stand on end!

His gaze then swept over the remaining white-robed elder of the Ascetic Sect and Sly Rabbit, the girl from White Dove Tower. The two, who had yet to make a move, stiffened at once.

Cold sweat immediately trickled down their foreheads. They silently thought that things had gone badly, while cursing Old Turtle for being such useless trash that he had been instantly killed in return.

Jingle...

The bell in the masked woman's hand still rang with lingering echoes, somewhat