"Hoho." Small Tower laughed.
Ling Han was driven mad for a while, but could do nothing. This Small Tower looked completely unaffected, so what could he do to it?
"Go and take a look at that Celestial King," Small Tower urged him. "Logically, even if a Celestial King cannot collect the Source Water, he shouldn't have died, either. He should have been able to retreat safely."
Ling Han was also curious. He slowly approached, and with the burning of the Nine Heavens Flame, he was able to resist the pressure of a Celestial King. Otherwise, he couldn't have possibly come here at all. He would have long since been killed by the corrosion of the lake waters.
This Celestial King was male, and wore purple and golden robes. They should have been woven from incredibly high-quality materials, but due to the endless corrosion of the aura of a Celestial King, they were already worn-out and torn, and could no longer be used.