C132 Omar's Sanctuary 1(1)

Grace couldn't find any tree branches that could be used as torches. There were no signs of life within a few miles of this place. All that was left was scorched earth and rocks. It was obvious how tragic the death battle back then was.

Grace tore off his clothes and wrapped them around his sword. He sprinkled the oil that he carried with him on his sword and finally made a torch.

The moment I entered the Tower of Darkness, I immediately felt a strong evil aura. A layer of goosebumps appeared on my skin. Immediately, I pulled Grace and said, "Slow down, I feel that something is wrong."

The flame on the torch started to pulsate strangely. Under the flame, Grace's handsome face kept changing. "I also feel that something is wrong. Why is there suddenly a gloomy aura?"

The premonition of danger made me not dare to act rashly. I decided to use my mental energy to probe this unknown region. I chose to concentrate my mental energy to probe the top of the tower. I cannot stay here for long. I must quickly detect Ennyah's location. My spiritual tentacles extended to the top of the tower. The Black Tower key in my hand gave off a strange vibration.

Boom! A white light shone down from the top of the pagoda, and the entire Black Tower immediately became as bright as day. Under the intense light, I finally saw clearly that the bricks within the pagoda were all left with traces of being burned by the intense flames.

This strange change caused me and Grace's thoughts to pause for a few seconds. There was a bright ball of light at the top of the tower. There was a mysterious gas rotating in the middle of the ball of light, like a whirlpool in the deep sea.

At the same time, I saw countless pairs of grey eyes.

Grace seemed to have been shocked by lightning, and he fought with all his might, "Fallen Mage!"

The dead mage was revived? My back was drenched in cold sweat. Is he really revived? Why is there no life in his eyes? Like a zombie that just crawled out of a grave?

"Run!" This is my first reaction. More and more grey eyes appear. From every corner of the Black Tower, this scene is too terrifying. I don't know what will happen, but there is one thing I'm sure of. Slow! A little bit more and we won't be able to leave.

I pulled Grace along. Grace stood still. Although I could feel that he was also very afraid, he decided not to escape.

Is it because of the glory of the holy warrior? I curse in my heart, are you willing to sacrifice yourself for that little bit of vanity? "Grace, run! This is not the time to be a hero!" Even if I am still the Zhang Loong with peerless combat strength, under such circumstances, I will definitely choose to retreat first. All of these changes were too strange, the vengeful souls that were filled with resentment were revived one by one. Even though I have experienced countless major scenes, the resurrected vengeful spirits still surpass my mental endurance.

"No! I want to save Ennyah!" Grace's voice was firm, without a trace of trembling. I suddenly have a sense of respect for Grace. It seems like the holy warrior isn't as annoying as I thought. At least at this moment, he is more determined and courageous than me.

Those lifeless eyes are scattered in every corner of the tower, staring at us.

"Step!" Grace's right foot firmly steps onto the first step, "Fallen dark ones, come! Let the holy light of God disperse your evil souls!" Grace held his sword and shield in front of his chest, solemnly declaring war on the resurrected mages.

The revived mages stood still without any signs of life. I roughly estimated that... There were at least a few hundred of them. According to Omas's description, their strength at their peak had overshadowed the mage of light system Association. Such combat strength was absolutely terrifying. Perhaps there were still a few peerless experts like Omas here.

I made an objective judgment. We have no chance of winning.

Grace did not hesitate and climbed up the tower step by step. The mages still did not move. But I felt that the danger was getting closer and closer.

Strong enemies are surrounding us, but other than me and Grace's footsteps, it was as silent as death. The more motionless the mages are, the more creepy I feel. But what am I afraid of? I am clearly an undying monster, so what if they are strong? I can't explain it, but my fear is indeed filled with every pore of my body.

As we walked, those mages still didn't make any moves. At first, Grace walked very steadily and slowly, but later on, his speed gradually increased. There were a total of seven floors in Tower of Darkness, and we were already close to the top of the tower.

Still not making a move? I was puzzled, but my nerves were tightly clenched, and I didn't dare to relax at all.

Grace had already walked to the top of the tower and rushed towards the ball of light without any hesitation.

The mages actually did not stop him. Why? Doubt and fear filled my chest.

Bang! Grace stumbled back a few steps as if he had hit a wall. My heart skipped a beat. Without the Black Tower key, can't I enter that space? Perhaps that space can also block the mages who are resurrected and can be our temporary shelter. Then, we can think of a way to escape.

With a thought, I quickly walked to the front of the light. My left hand grabbed Grace's hand. The center of the ball of light was like a huge vortex, and the air flow was rotating mysteriously. The space within the whirlpool was extremely distorted, and it was unfathomable.