His Spiritual Power drained away completely, leaving him hollowed out and utterly powerless. The worst had happened: Zhou Chuan lacked the Spiritual Power to recall the pagoda. Desperate to kill Xiong Lei, he had overexerted himself, burning through the remaining eight drops of Spirit Milk in a mere five to six breaths.
A Spirit Tool untethered from Spiritual Power is like a wild horse breaking free from its reins, entirely beyond control. With a deafening crash, the five-hundred-foot-tall tower plummeted like a collapsing mountain. Earlier, it had operated at less than ten percent of its might; now, it unleashed its full fury.
The arena barrier had long since vanished, and the terrifying spiritual pressure surged outward unchecked. A massive crowd of spectators outside the arena suddenly faced imminent danger, for the plunging pagoda still crackled with residual golden light. This golden light possessed a mysterious suppression that crippled movement, ensuring that even those who recognized the peril could not escape.
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