The small tower flew above the crowd and suddenly grew larger by two or three circles, releasing an infinite suction force. In just over a dozen breaths, the green smoke in the arena was completely absorbed by the small tower. This magic treasure possesses a resounding name known as the Demon Suppressing Tower, and though the name is extremely cliche and taboo, its ability to capture enemies into the tower truly is not feeble. However, after the Plague Demon was sucked in, the expression on the Black Robe scholar's face became even more bitter, as if he had downed a large bowl of extremely bitter water.
The scenery in the arena returned to clarity, and though everyone looked disheveled, at least they were still standing. Only the bright red robe lying in the center of the grassland was particularly eye-catching.
