A Bowl of Broth in Their Left Hand, and a Piece of Flatbread in Their Right Hand.

Spurt!

Misha's complexion turned extremely unsightly, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood after being forced to fall to one knee. He looked frightened as he stared at the distant shadow of a man. The shadow was standing on top of a tower; its body was surrounded by bright red blood.

"Are you refining. . . the Shura Tower? Who are you? You actually dare to touch my Ancient Shura City's Shura Tower!"

Misha had a large hole in his chest, from which a large amount of blood gushed out. The flowing blood flew straight toward the man above the tower and converged around him.

"The Ancient Shura City's? Ridiculous! This Shura Tower which I found in this Secret Realm is my own lucky chance, yet you dare to come to steal and still blame me? How preposterous!"