"They are all coming towards us." The Pigeon God looked down: "This is your palace, and now it's completely besieged."
Su Qi snapped his fingers: "That's just what I wanted."
The ritual in the palace is now rapidly expanding, and the energy absorbed is skyrocketing, yet a large part of the strength doesn't come from the battles of the surrounding adventurers.
Instead, it comes from the eruption of the God of Anxiety's power.
All I can say is... the smaller skirmishes indeed sustain, but the real coup lies in targeting higher positions.
In other words, the small skirmishes are useless; the Hustler Palace must be thoroughly engulfed in chaos.
Only this way can a large amount of world-class traces be fully charged successfully!
"So, what now? How will you take over?" The Pigeon God: "There's a monster tide, the God of Anxiety, I don't see how the current situation can be changed?"
"Simple." Su Qi extended his hand, raising two fingers:
