Soul Blade

In the quiet slanted tower, in front of the ancient staircase formed by pieces of wooden boards, Eli raised his head, swept past the stairs, and looked up.

He had obtained this tower for more than a hundred years.

But until now, he still had not stepped onto the third level.

When he was a mid-second circle mage, he reached the second floor. The second floor was ordinary, and there was nothing there. He had been walking around the second floor since then. Until now, he had only reached the top of the second floor and had not stepped into the third floor.

He felt that he could do it now.

Eli took a deep breath and went up the stairs. The familiar pressure hit him again.

However, compared to the past, this pressure was not worth mentioning anymore. It was like a gentle breeze, and it could no longer provide him with the effect of compressing his mental force. Eli continued to walk up, step by step, and the pressure increased.