Anjebel's body grew lighter and lighter, already as thin as a sheet of paper. At this moment, Li Ziran felt as though he were holding a bubble, yet Anjebel's gaze remained firm. Staring fixedly at the spinning fan, she shouted with the last of her strength, "Up there! Hurry, go up there!"
How could Li Ziran hesitate now? Everything was far too strange. At this moment, he could only trust Anjebel.
After all, she was an Elf born and raised here.
He raced straight up the spiral staircase, moving at astonishing speed. The attic at the very top was almost within reach.
But at that moment, the spiral stairs abruptly broke apart, as though someone had hacked them through with an axe. Between the spiral staircase and the tower lay a ravine that plunged straight to the bottom of the castle.
This deep ravine seemed to be the aftermath of a battle. Axe marks and traces of magical scorching could be seen on the walls.
It was strange. The entire castle was a crimson-white like marble, yet at its very top was such a deep gash.
Looking down along the gash, he could see thick, dense roots. Amid those roots drifted waves of foul stench, and the smell made Li Ziran freeze.
He found the scent somewhat familiar, like gutter oil.
He could not help but think of the filthy grease within those Filtration Layers.
That was it. It was indeed exactly the same smell.
Li Ziran was utterly certain.
He even had the illusion that the bottom of this ravine connected to a Filtration Layer.
Now was not the time to investigate the root of it all. Anjebel's body was growing lighter and lighter, while Li Ziran himself, within this bizarre energy, found Nature World evolving completely beyond his