Unlike Daphne's Four Spirit Wizard Tower, which was bright, grand, and brimming with solar power, the Duling Bone Tower was filled everywhere with darkness and death. The moment they entered, everyone felt their hearts tremble with fear.
The power of death brushed past them, making every one of them break out in goosebumps.
After looking around for a while, some could no longer bear it and hurried outside. Others were more curious, finding everything novel as they looked here and there.
This was where the differences between people showed.
Daphne somewhat liked the Duling Bone Tower as well, but this wizard tower was simply too gloomy, lacking the brightness and warmth of the Four Spirit Wizard Tower.
But this was an eighth-level wizard tower.
A wizard tower capable of ramming an eighth-level magical beast to death head-on—once one had this, one could run rampant across the world.
They still did not know that Dole had already reached the eighth level.
And the news that Dole had reached the eighth level was beginning to ferment among the major families.
The seventh and eighth levels were two entirely different concepts.
Especially when Mills heard the news, he was completely stunned where he stood.
His first thought was that the Voodoo Organization would probably not have an easy time succeeding. Dole reaching the eighth level was not the same as others advancing to the eighth level. Even at the seventh level, he had already possessed combat power close to the eighth level. Now that he was at the eighth level, only a ninth-level expert could completely take Dole down.
That would require at least one of the family's ninth-level elders to act. But if a ninth-level expert moved, did they take the Glory Wizard Alliance's ninth-level experts for pushovers? Did they think so