I am the Arcane Archer, and all my skills are self-created.

Li Wu felt as if he had stepped into thin air and fallen into a bottomless pit.

The surroundings were filled with distorted light and chaotic spatial turbulence.

This feeling is much more uncomfortable than a normal teleportation; it's like someone put your internal organs in a washing machine and churned them up.

Fortunately, it didn't last long.

About ten seconds later, the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and Li Wu's feet were on solid ground.

He immediately opened his eyes and gripped the arcane bow tightly.

The surrounding environment surprised him somewhat.

This is not some hellish place, nor is it a gloomy and terrifying dungeon.

This place actually looks like a huge, ancient Roman-style gladiatorial arena lounge area.

It is surrounded by tall stone pillars, and the ground is paved with smooth marble.

A faint scent of incense filled the air.

Hua Zitong and others also appeared around him one after another.

Several people were a little dizzy, and Banxia even clutched her chest and dry heaved a few times.

"Where...where is this?" Zhui Feng rubbed his temples, looking around.

"I don't know, but it's safe here." Li Wu's sense of destiny didn't detect any danger.

Just then, the space beside them distorted, and Caesar and the members of the Heavenly Punishment Guild were teleported over.

Their situation is even worse than that of the Myth Guild members.

Iron Wall collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale. Silver Wing leaned against a pillar, panting heavily.

Caesar managed to steady himself and stared blankly at his surroundings.

"You're in already?" Caesar asked Li Wu. "Where are the old guys?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a stone door not far away suddenly opened.

A group of people walked out of the stone gate.

Leading the way was a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe and holding a staff inlaid with a huge sapphire.

He looked somewhat haggard, with stubble on his chin, but his eyes remained sharp.

Upon seeing this person, Hua Zitong's body trembled violently.

"Brother..." Hua Zitong's voice trembled slightly.

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the voice, then suddenly turned his head to look at Hua Zitong.

"Zitong?!" The man's voice was filled with shock and disbelief.

This person is none other than Huayu Fengyin, the guild leader of the Flower Language Guild.

He is one of the top-level players in the five super guilds who has been missing for half a year.

Hua Yufengyin strode over, grabbed Hua Zitong's shoulder, and looked her up and down.

"How did you get in? Who let you in!"

Hua Yufengyin's tone was reproachful, but even more so anxious, "This place is for entering, not leaving. What are you doing here!"

Hua Zitong's eyes reddened.

For the past six months, she has single-handedly supported the guild, bearing immense pressure.

Now, when I see my relatives, I can't hold back my emotions at all.

"Brother, I'm worried about you..."

"Nonsense!" Hua Yufeng glared at her, then turned her gaze to Li Wu.

He looked Li Wu up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"You're the one who's 'seeing through the fog'?" Hua Yufengyin clearly knew something about what was happening outside. "My sister mentioned you to me. I heard you single-handedly destroyed Titan?"

Li Wu nodded without saying anything.

Hua Yufeng sighed:

"I know you're very strong. But you shouldn't have brought her in. In this place, strength is useless. The rules here are completely unreasonable."

At this moment, the group of people who had followed Huayu Fengyin also gathered around.

Li Wu glanced at the group of people.

They all have the level 150 displayed above their heads.

Moreover, judging from their equipment, they were all top-tier legendary sets.

These people are the more than three hundred missing max-level masters.

A burly warrior stepped out from the crowd.

He carried a huge battle axe and glared at Li Wu and Caesar with hostility.

"More newbies are coming to die," the soldier sneered. "Just two greenhorns."

Caesar frowned, picked up his spear, and stepped forward.

"Who are you? Speak politely," Caesar said coldly.

The soldier laughed loudly: "Who am I? I am the Iron-Blooded Emperor! The leader of the Iron-Blooded Alliance! Who do you think you are, daring to speak to me like that?"

Iron-Blooded Emperor!

Upon hearing this name, Caesar, Hua Zitong, and the others were all taken aback.

This is the legendary figure who was the first to lead a team into the realm of the gods, only to be completely wiped out.

When Li Wu heard the name, she merely glanced at him indifferently.

"The Iron Blood Alliance of District 21? I've already wiped them out," Li Wu said calmly.

The moment those words were spoken, the entire rest area fell silent.

The smile on the face of the Iron-Blooded Emperor froze.

He stared intently at Li Wu, his eyes practically spitting fire.

"What did you say?" the Iron-Blooded Emperor asked through gritted teeth.

"I said, the Iron Blood Alliance in District 21 has already been dismantled by me. That Iron Blood Lion has also deleted his account." Li Wu looked directly into his eyes, her tone still calm. "What, do you want to avenge him?"

With a roar, the Iron-Blooded Emperor swung his battle axe at Li Wu.

"court death!"

The level 150 berserker unleashed a furious attack with terrifying force.

The battle axe was enveloped in blood-red battle aura, and even the surrounding space was ripped open with a black crack.

Caesar instinctively took a step back.

He knew he couldn't withstand that axe blow.

But Li Wu didn't even try to dodge.

He simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

A crisp snap of fingers.

The Iron-Blooded Emperor's battle axe stopped abruptly less than ten centimeters from Li Wu's head.

It wasn't that he didn't want to chop, but that he couldn't.

A transparent protective shield appeared around Li Wu's body at some unknown time.

When the battle axe struck the protective shield, it was as if it had struck an unshakeable sacred mountain, without causing the slightest ripple.

【Rock-solid protection】.

The Iron-Blooded Emperor's face turned red, and the veins on his hands bulged, but he just couldn't suppress it even a millimeter.

Li Wu looked at him with a cold gaze.

"Level 150, and that's all the strength you have?"

Li Wu swung his hand back.

boom!

A tremendous force rebounded from the shield.

The Iron-Blooded Emperor was thrown more than ten meters away, along with his axe, and crashed heavily into a stone pillar, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The entire room fell silent.

Those veteran players who had originally wanted to watch the show were all dumbfounded.

Iron-Blooded Emperor is one of the top three most powerful fighters in their group.

He was actually sent flying by this new kid with a snap of his fingers?

Hua Yufengyin stared at Li Wu in shock. He knew Li Wu was strong, but he hadn't expected him to be this ridiculously strong.

"Alright, stop it, all of you!"

A dignified voice came from behind the crowd.

The crowd parted, and an elderly man dressed in a white priest's robe stepped out.

"Sword Saint Rose," Hua Zitong whispered in Li Wu's ear, "the guild leader of the Sword and Rose Guild."

The old man walked up to Li Wu, looked him up and down, and then nodded.

"Truly, heroes emerge from among the young." The old man sighed. "Iron Blood, step down. There's no point in fighting here. Our true enemy isn't each other."

Iron-Blooded Emperor got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glared fiercely at Li Wu, but didn't dare to make another move and retreated back into the crowd.

The old man looked at Li Wu and Caesar.

"Welcome to the Realm of the Gods, also known as the Tower of Despair."