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High Tower Space.

Several unexpected guests suddenly descended, emerging from the depths of a darkened passage, hovering in midair with an icy indifference toward everything in High Tower Space.

Leading them was a young man.

He wore an incredibly elaborate cloak made from the fur of some rare creature, emitting a faint glow and an aura of concealed power.

Beside the young man were two elderly figures.

Both had red hair and were wrapped in thick crimson coats, their presence equally enigmatic.

Yet, they held the young man in utmost respect.

One of the elders spoke, saying, "Lord Curtis, should we eradicate this High Tower directly?"

Curtis shook his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

He looked down at the people gathered around High Tower and remarked, "No rush for now. After spending so long in Snow Fox Territory, encountering such a gathering for the first time presents a perfect opportunity to test our skills and declare our return to this world! It's time this world had a new master!"

The two elders nodded in agreement, "You're right, Lord Curtis."

Below, the people gathered around High Tower also noticed the three figures floating in the air.

They were too conspicuous to go unnoticed.

As the three descended as if walking down invisible stairs, many faces turned grim. This display of power surpassed even the priests of their own tribes.

But why would such powerful individuals come to High Tower Space?

Someone couldn't hold back and asked, "Who are you?"

Curtis smiled and slowly reached out his hand, grabbing the person who was asking through the air and causing blood to splash everywhere.

Then, he was intoxicated and sniffed.

"This strong bloody smell is really delicious!"

Curtis expressed his appreciation.

In the next moment, the splattered blood seemed to be trapped, floating in mid air, and then condensed into a stream of water that flowed upstream from the corpse and into Curtis' mouth.

In an instant, Curtis finished sucking blood.

He licked his lips and glanced at the others, deliberately saying, "Who will be next?"

The people around High Tower reacted with alarm, rushing into the grand hall and shouting, "Mr. High Tower Soul, someone has violated the rules of High Tower Space!"

In truth, High Tower Soul was already aware.

It felt immense anger, unable to refrain from cursing, "Damn it! How could beastfolk appear in this place, and so swiftly!"

Yet now, it had to step forward to intervene.

Having gathered so many people painstakingly, if they were all slaughtered by those beastfolk, its plans would be completely ruined—an outcome it absolutely couldn't allow.

So, just as Curtis moved to act again, High Tower Soul revealed itself.

Seeing High Tower Soul, Curtis's eyes briefly showed seriousness, but it quickly faded as he jested, "I never expected High Tower, once able to subdue countless supernatural beings, to have fallen so low. Even if I hadn't come, it seems you wouldn't have lasted much longer. Am I right, Sikred?"

Sikred was High Tower Soul's true name.

During the era when the Barren Mountain Tribe still existed, this name was a nightmare for countless supernatural beings, instilling fear into them almost instinctively upon hearing it.

Yet clearly, that name no longer held such sway.

High Tower Soul stared at Curtis, sensing his aura, and said sternly, "The pups of the Snow Mountains dare to show their faces here!"

Curtis's smile froze on his face.

Going to the Snow Mountains, put nicely, was to preserve the strength of the beastfolk.

But in reality, it was fleeing.

It was a disgrace for the beastfolk.

Hence, Curtis's expression turned extremely ugly as he yelled at High Tower Soul, "Sikred, today is the day of your demise!"

High Tower Soul showed no fear.

Its expression was conflicted, hesitant, and finally seemed to make a decision, saying, "Hmph, since you've come, then stay!"

As soon as the words fell, High Tower began to tremble.

Complex patterns engraved on its walls began to glow one by one, accompanied by a profound voice, seemingly the prayers of countless people to deities.

And it wasn't just High Tower.

Throughout High Tower Space, intricate patterns appeared, forming a highly elaborate design together.

Curtis's two elderly companions were filled with terror.

They yelled frantically, "It's a Ritual! A sacrifice of life forms for the Ritual!"

Curtis, troubled and enraged, roared, "Shut up! I know!"

Sensing imminent danger, he had no intention of waiting to be attacked. His aura began to surge violently, his form changing rapidly into a fox-like creature dozens of meters long. Flame-like patterns adorned its head, limbs danced with red flames, and it sported three tails behind it.

Seeing Curtis's true form, High Tower Soul's expression turned grave.

It spoke in a low voice, "A Three-Tailed Firefox, one of the Snow Fox Royal Clan."

The Three-Tailed Firefox, Curtis, opened its bloodthirsty mouth and spoke with a booming voice that shook High Tower Space, "Since you know my identity, you should understand your fate, Sikred! Prepare to die!"

With those words, the Three-Tailed Firefox unleashed a massive fireball.

The fireball crashed into High Tower, causing the glowing patterns on its walls to dim and many areas to turn pitch black.

Gleeful at the destruction, Curtis laughed heartily, "Sikred, you are weaker than I imagined!"

High Tower Soul remained silent, focusing all its energy on the Ritual. People in the grand hall and other creatures in High Tower Space suddenly felt their strength being drained to empower High Tower Soul, significantly boosting its aura.

However, Curtis remained unconcerned.

To him, this was just High Tower Soul's desperate struggle.

What he didn't anticipate was High Tower Soul not retaliating but instead, as the Ritual completed, concealing its aura and disappearing without a trace.

"Escaped?"

Curtis was astonished.

Looking at the towering High Tower before him, he sneered, "Pathetic. Even if I destroy High Tower, you will still perish!"

Launching another attack.

Curtis's two companions also manifested their gigantic red fox forms and joined in the assault on High Tower.

Meanwhile, in the mysterious ruins, a beleaguered High Tower Soul appeared.

It looked at Freya and Enzo together, and directed its words specifically at Freya, "I had considered you as a backup option, but now it's too late."

Freya and Enzo instantly sensed that something was amiss.

Facing High Tower Soul at this moment, Freya was utterly powerless.

Her once proud and formidable strength seemed feeble before High Tower Soul, like an ant at the mercy of a human.

Even her trump card—blessings she could bestow—proved ineffective.

In this moment, fear gripped Freya intensely, and she cried out to Enzo, "Enzo, save me!"

Faced with imminent death, all of Freya's arrogance had vanished.

Enzo sighed deeply and addressed High Tower Soul, "Mr. High Tower Soul, why are you doing this?"

Absorbing Freya's power, High Tower Soul replied, "Haven't you guessed the reason?"

Enzo gazed firmly at High Tower Soul and said seriously, "If that's the case, then I must stop you."

"Stop me?"

High Tower Soul scoffed.

Meanwhile, Freya's strength continued to diminish.

Without hesitation, Enzo utilized the mimicry abilities of his Beasts Totem, adopting the shadow state of the Shadow Wolves and quickly closing in on High Tower Soul. He then simulated the special abilities of other supernatural creatures, launched attacks, and used the Tree of Life totem to create numerous vines, attempting to hinder High Tower Soul's movements.

However, all these efforts proved futile against High Tower Soul's overwhelming power.

Enzo's expression grew increasingly serious.

At that moment, High Tower Soul suddenly trembled and released Freya.

She fell to the ground, unconscious.

Something was amiss!

Enzo swiftly seized the opportunity.

But High Tower Soul paid no attention and allowed Enzo's attacks to land. It stared at Enzo and declared, "Enzo, your talents are indeed remarkable. But now, they are mine!"

As soon as High Tower Soul spoke, Enzo felt a powerful spiritual force entering his body.

It was the will of High Tower Soul, attempting to take over Enzo's body.

Enzo had anticipated this moment. Yet, confined by the jungle's limitations, he had underestimated High Tower Soul's true strength.

Was it Level 7? Level 8? Level 9?

Or an even more formidable existence?

In this moment, Enzo couldn't help but curse Bookstaver inwardly. According to Bookstaver's accounts, Maude, the last priest of the Barren Mountain Tribe, was merely a Level 6 priest.

Looking back now, how could that possibly be just Level 6?!

At that moment, High Tower Soul's voice echoed directly in Enzo's mind. "Enzo, do not resist. Merge with me! You will gain unmatched power and access to the vast resources of High Tower."

Enzo replied without hesitation, "Dream on!"

High Tower Soul's expression soured. He intended to replace Enzo using the Life Conversion Ritual, knowing Enzo's talent was formidable enough to unsettle even him.

Forcefully eliminating Enzo's consciousness could potentially damage his talent.

Normally, he might have taken a slower approach.

But with Curtis attacking High Tower, any delay risked the destruction of High Tower itself, and thus High Tower Soul's existence.

Therefore, High Tower Soul understands that he cannot continue to drag on.

"Since you refuse, then I will have to eradicate your consciousness!"

High Tower Soul said.

A massive surge of power surged forth, like a tsunami rising from the sea, engulfing Enzo's consciousness.

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