Luo Fan felt his vision blur.
It felt like passing from one world into another.
After a slight bout of dizziness, his vision cleared again.
He instinctively tightened his grip on the Wraith Short Sword and warily scanned his surroundings.
Then!
He froze.
How was this the inside of a Tower?
It was clearly an enormous plaza.
It spanned at least ten kilometers, its edges beyond sight.
Overhead was a gray sky, without sun, moon, or clouds, only endless grayish white.
Beneath his feet was a level bluestone floor. Every slab was enormous, fitted together so seamlessly that they seemed naturally formed as one.
The plaza was empty, without buildings or decorations.
There were only!
Figures, one after another.
Luo Fan swept his gaze over them, and his pupils abruptly contracted.
Not far to his left, a massive Giant Ape sat cross-legged, its body covered in jet-black fur, its knotted muscles like mountains.
Its bloodred eyes warily scanned its surroundings, seemingly assessing every potential threat.
The seventh-tier Giant Ape Weird.
The one that had been locked in combat with the Young Master Weird halfway up the mountain.
Farther away to his right, an elegant figure stood quietly.
Black-and-gold robes, silver-white hair, ramlike horns, and eyes gleaming gold.
The Young Master Weird.
It was here too.
Moreover, the wounds left on its body by the giant ape's attacks had completely vanished. It had regained its elegant, composed appearance.
Luo Fan's breathing stopped for an instant.
How was that possible?
He had clearly seen those two Weirds fighting halfway up the mountain, locked in a fierce battle.
The Young Master Weird had been overwhelmed by the giant ape, reduced to a miserable state.
When he entered the Tower, he had even glanced back.
Their battle had still been going on.
But now?