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He sat on the throne, blending into the entire platform and the starry sky above, as if he had existed there since time immemorial.

The entire body was covered in ancient black armor, without a single gap, and the face was also covered by a smooth mask, emphasizing mystery.

"We call him the King of the Tower, but unlike the others who are attracted here, he is special; he cannot be killed."

Li Yan's voice rang out from behind, his tone unusually solemn.

No one knows how the Tower King was born, or why he could be resurrected. He has been here ever since humans made records of this place.

Together with this tower and this throne, they stand here quietly.

During the initial cleanup, the Tower King was naturally one of the targets. However, his strength was relatively weak, and he was easily dealt with by the people at the time.

Then, something strange happened.

After some time, the Tower King mysteriously reappeared, time and time again. People gradually discovered that this person could not be killed and would refresh at regular intervals like a fixed NPC.

Therefore, in order to express reverence, he was named after the King of Towers.

The Tower King is different from other monsters.

He has no desire to attack humans proactively, only to retaliate passively. He resembles a human but never speaks to anyone, sitting on his throne year after year.

Therefore, until Li Yan's generation of garrison generals, they all chose to ignore this mysterious Tower King.

Li Yan stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Chen Guan. His burly figure blocked the starlight from the side. Chen Guan noticed that Li Yan's shoulder line was tense, a rare posture of vigilance.

"When I first came here, I came here once before. Out of curiosity, I broke it down into its most primitive crystalline dust, just like those monsters below."

Li Yan stared at the figure and continued speaking.

"But it's no use. In less than a day, it will re-coagulate on the throne, completely intact. It's quite troublesome."

"That's amazing?"

Chen Guan's gaze lingered on the ancient armor.

The armor's style was ancient, belonging to no civilization he recognized; he wondered which dynasty it had fallen into.

[Coffin Brother showed no fear whatsoever, only curiosity.]

[Li Yan: This is tricky. Chen Guan: Let me see!]

[This coffin is Yong's.]

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"Heh heh, kid, this tattered outfit... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

In my mind, Baal's voice rang out, tinged with uncertainty.

"It looks familiar, but I can't quite place it. Maybe some clueless guy wore it to provoke me and I just casually swatted him to death."

Baal quickly lost interest; to Him, things He couldn't remember were unimportant.

Bal had seen so many people and things that everything looked familiar to him, so he naturally didn't care anymore.

Chen Guan did not overlook this information.

Anything that Baal finds familiar is definitely not simple.

This further sparked his interest in reading.

He looked at Li Yan and said, "Teacher, I want to give it a try."

Since we've already come this far, there's no turning back.

Li Yan didn't try to persuade him further; it would be strange if Chen Guan could just stop and leave.

"Suit yourself. Be careful. Although its strength is only at the peak of the eighth rank, its attacks are very strange."

He stepped back, leaving the entire platform to Chen Guan.

This student has too many secrets, so many that he's gotten used to it, and even somewhat looking forward to what kind of surprise Chen Guan will bring.

Who knows, he might be able to completely kill this strange Tower King.

Chen Guan flexed his wrists and decided to try a mental attack first.

He strode slowly toward the throne in the center of the platform.

As the coffin drew nearer, the figure on the throne finally reacted.

The head covered by smooth visor lifted up, and a will, traversing space, locked onto him.

Chen Guan stopped in his tracks.

He felt his mental energy becoming sluggish, as if it had been coated with a layer of cement.

This guy looks like a military general, but his mental strength is actually quite high.

The next second, the figure on the throne stood up.

He had no weapon in his hand, but raised his hand covered in black armor, his five fingers spread wide.

In an instant, Chen Guan felt the air around him freeze, and a sense of pressure surged from all directions, threatening to crush his bones.

This guy's mental strength far surpasses that of any of the previous guards.

"There's some skill involved."

Chen Guan whispered, "Since the mental battle is being suppressed, let's break the deadlock with the purest power."

A moment later, crimson flames erupted from his palms, engulfing his entire body in flames.

Raging flames.

A condensed crimson flame shot out, instantly staining the purple starry river on the platform with a layer of blood. A scorching wave of air rushed over, and even Li Yan, who was at the edge of the platform, felt a stinging pain on his skin.

Faced with this devastating attack, the Tower King raised his other hand, and a jet-black beam of light that devoured all light shot out from the palm of his armored hand, colliding head-on with the crimson flames.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected. The two attacks collided in mid-air and silently annihilated each other, leaving only a distorted and uncertain spatial void that frantically devoured the surrounding light.

A moment later, the void closed, and the sky above the platform returned to calm.

The Tower King still stood silently, his armor gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the starlight, completely undamaged.

Chen Guan's eyelids twitched.

Keep in mind, the Tower King was standing on the left, yet he didn't lose the duel?

Even strictly speaking, his raging attack would have severely injured an ordinary eighth-level opponent, yet the opponent neutralized it so easily.

"Alright."

Chen Guan accepted this fact, and with a backhand clench, the huge, pitch-black scythe was already in his hand.

Since magic has no advantage against waves, let's use blades to deal with it.

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already transformed into a black line, carving cracks in the smooth crystal ground, and heading straight for the Tower King in the center of the platform.

The Tower King turned slightly to the side.

The scythe's blade, still warm from the raging flames, grazed his shoulder armor.

clang.

A piercing metallic scraping sound rang out, and sparks flew.

That ancient armor actually withstood the blow that split the mountain and shattered the rocks head-on, leaving only a glaring white mark on it.

Chen Guan's eyes darkened, and with a flick of his wrist, the scythe drew a tricky arc, hooking towards the Tower King's neck.

The moment the scythe clashed with the armor, a voice slammed into the depths of his mind.

"You've arrived."