Moreover, to have created such a large pit without any blood stains suggested another inference: the creature that was hit possessed a very powerful body.
In other words, within the last hour at least two mighty creatures, one with a formidable physique, had fought here… No, that wasn’t quite right. Angel surveyed the surroundings and realized there weren’t many battle traces left behind. Could it mean that the battle hadn’t actually begun?
After making a rough deduction, Angel turned back to look at the size of the pit on the wall, as the silhouette of a figure flashed through his mind.
Yadasai.
He had known before that Yadasai was in the Void Tower. Whether Yadasai’s physique was strong, Angel did not know. Still, he was certain that Yadasai’s bone armor was definitely very hard.
Looking at the imprint on the wall, it was almost certain that this was caused by Yadasai.
And Yadasai’s opponent, who had appeared within the hour, could only be one entity in Angel’s mind—the unknown intruder.
Thinking of this, Angel recalled what Komodo had mentioned before, that the intruder had reached the underground of the Void Tower and had shut down the Inscriptive Central Hub… And this place was precisely the underground of the Void Tower.
Could it be such a coincidence?
Suddenly, Angel had a strong desire to step back, feeling that staying here was very dangerous.
But retreating would only mean sitting like a duck waiting for doom, especially since he saw no immediate danger in this hall.
Angel decided to explore this place a little.
Before moving forward, he nervously swallowed. After all, this was the Void Tower, a place where countless demons of Lassudral could not enter. He, an Apprentice wandering aimlessly here, would likely meet instant death if he triggered any mechanism.
The hall was very silent; Angel could even hear his own heartbeat.
After walking two steps along the edge, Angel saw the doors of the great hall. There were two of them: one was the door that Angel had been unable to open before, and the other was directly opposite to him, facing the direction of the central statue. However, that door had already been damaged, and Angel could vaguely make out that behind the door, there seemed to be…
“Stairs?!” Angel’s eyes brightened. If there were stairs, did it mean this place had access to the upper levels?
If he remembered correctly, the first floor of the Void Tower had a big door; maybe he could ascend the stairs to the upper level and leave through it!
With that thought, Angel decided to make his way to the door on the opposite side.
Angel walked along the wall without encountering any danger or the traps he had imagined. He pondered that it made sense since traps were always designed to deter petty thieves, but the Void Tower itself was constructed by a Demon God and always had a great demon stationed here; the power of traps and mechanisms was nothing compared to the whims of a great demon. Furthermore, before the Central Hub had been damaged, this place had been protected by a multitude of inscriptions, rendering traps unnecessary.
With this thought, Angel quickened his pace.
When Angel reached the other end of the hall, he finally saw the true form of the statue, a peculiar creature wrapped in its wings. Since its head and body were curled within its wings, Angel could not discern what the creature looked like.
The statue itself did not seem to have anything strange about it, but Angel saw what seemed to be a demon collapsed beneath the statue.
However, the demon appeared lifeless and as emaciated as if starved to death.
“It must be dead, right?” Angel whispered to himself yet dared not confirm it, nor did he dare to probe with spirit tentacles.
No matter what, it was best to keep moving.
Without looking back, Angel ran towards the direction of the door. The door was within reach, but at that moment, Angel heard a “clack clack” sound from behind him.
A lump formed in his chest, but he did not look back, instead, he ran even faster. No matter what happened behind him, running was the right choice!
As he ran, Angel also silently recited the Secret Soul Chants, preparing for astral projection and using the Gravity Meridian to escape.
But before he could finish reciting the chants, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended.
It locked directly onto Angel’s figure.
Angel stumbled and, after rolling over, crouched unable to move.
The level of oppression was beyond Angel’s imagination. Even the escaping pressure made his skin begin to bleed.
As blood streamed out of his body, Angel distinctly felt the oppressive force lessening.
The pressure on his body diminished as well, and to some extent, he was able to move slightly.
However, Angel knew that moving significantly at this moment was akin to provocation, so he did not make any grand movements. Instead, he slowly lifted his head, wanting to see exactly what had happened…