Everything blurred before his eyes.
Luo Fan felt some invisible force pulling at his body, and the world before him rippled like the surface of water.
When he could make out his surroundings again, he was no longer in that empty square.
This was an altar.
More precisely, an altar at the top of the Tower.
Ancient stone walls surrounded him, carved with countless intricate patterns that flickered with a faint fluorescence in the dim light.
Overhead was a circular dome, with a huge Crystal Stone set into its center, casting a gentle light that illuminated the entire space.
Beneath his feet was an enormous Magic Formation composed of countless mysterious runes, slowly circulating.
Luo Fan quickly swept his gaze around.
An Xiaoran was right beside him.
The Qipao Weird was there too.
Luo Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
We made it out alive.
He looked at An Xiaoran, who was also looking at him. There was a trace of exhaustion in her clear eyes, but even more joy.
"Luo Fan."
She called softly, her small hand reaching for the hem of his clothes out of habit.
Luo Fan ruffled her hair, then turned his gaze to the Qipao Weird.
The Qipao Weird did not look well.
Although the wound where her arm had been severed had stopped bleeding, her face was still pale, and her aura was somewhat erratic.
The continuous, intense fighting, combined with her severe injuries, had taken too much out of her.
But she was still alive.
That was enough.
Luo Fan looked at the other figures on the altar.
The Giant Ape Weird sat cross-legged in one corner of the altar, covered in wounds.
Its pitch-black fur was matted with dark silver blood, some already dried, some still slowly seeping out.
Its blood-red eyes