Bab 129: To The Next Floor

Ezra Zephyr clenched his hand, the overflowing tyrannic power was beyond his wildest dreams. He was sure that he could beat any of the 1st-level Core Formation Stage Cultivators or an early 3rd Circle Sorcerer.

"There wasn't any book that could say it is possible to extend the size of barrier." Murmured Ezra.

"The mysteries of martial prowess are vast, not even the upper realm could solve them... not during the time I was there."

Ezra smiled, he smiled with his eyes closed, a smirk of satisfaction. Who would have believed that the man who had no martial spirit at all could be the host of a 7th-grade martial spirit. Not to mention, Fenrir of all.

He calmed his heart down as a thought came to his mind, he remembered the words of a mysterious voice that came when the tower was erected.

He gazed at the other side of the battle, various dead bodies could be found on the floor. Some of his martial masters while all the others belonged to the enemy's side.