Under the cover of the still-dark night, some of those defending the Wizard Tower quietly left the Pelo family's old estate.
By dawn, everything was settled.
Even if that group hadn't left, they couldn't have withstood the siege of three First Rank Late Stage powerhouses, let alone now.
Carl floated off the ground, drifting slowly towards the Wizard Tower.
"The Wizard Tower seems embedded within the Dream Market, a fusion of reality and illusion. No wonder it's immune to the rules here."
"The Pelo family does have some tricks up their sleeve."
"What a pity!"
He raised his hands, the phantom of Buddha appearing behind him as palm seals, formed from converging Battle Aura, took shape.
Then, abruptly, more than a hundred palm seals solidified at once.
Thousand Buddha Hands—Thunder Seal!
Dazzling, thick, and twisting lightning burst forth from his hands, blasting towards the Wizard Tower.
