Turn the Tables

At that moment, Gilan's mind raced.

He was thinking of a countermeasure.

The three Patrollers floating above his head were currently the greatest threat to him.

If he wanted to destroy the "Gate," he had to face the three of them head-on.

However, the April Patrollers were all at Tier 6, and their methods were quite unusual. Their killing power was extremely formidable, and they could use the "Nether Bell" to summon that black fire which targeted spirituality.

Dealing with Saji, the green-robed woman, in the woods of the Lower Layer earlier had already left Gilan mentally exhausted and seriously wounded. If he had to face three enemies of the same level at once, the pressure he would have to bear was obvious.

He could not run...

The moment those bells rang, he would inevitably be locked onto instantly, and black fire would blaze across his entire body.

And he could not block it either...

Because Gilan had fought a brutal battle in the outside world against the Eclipse Society's chiefs and the selves of Gentleman of Lingering Breath. Having remained in the King's Descent state for too long, he had expended too much and was temporarily unable to use that trump card again.

Without the protection of the blood-feather cloak, Gilan could not find an effective way to resist the black fire for the moment. If he relied solely on willpower to endure it, even his body probably would not withstand it.

Not to mention the countless devils all around him.

The situation was dire. Gilan had almost been driven into a dead end.

Of course, he still had his final trump card, "Iridescence," which could instantly awaken him from the dream and allow him to leave the Land of Gods, withdrawing from this dangerous place.

But until the