I'm Actually at the Peak of Tier 3

Late at night, drizzling rain.

The light from the Magic Crystal Lamp illuminated the crowd, creating a solemn atmosphere.

In the Ossaide Plane, funerals were usually held at night because the Ossaids believed that the night was the destination of death.

The rain drenched their clothes, but everyone was unaware.

Other than a small number of people who were really immersed in the grief of the death of their clan leader, more people were afraid of the future.

At the critical moment of the fight for the position of the City Lord of the City of Light, such an accident actually happened. It was really worrying.

If the Keith family were to become sacrifices in this competition, then the fate awaiting most of their clansmen would be death, or becoming slaves like the indigenous people.

Other than the members of the Keith family, there were also guests from other families at the funeral.