Alchemy Factory, Central Tower, third floor.
A group of people cautiously huddled near the mysteriously suspended blood-red Demon Core. Only in this place could they find temporary safety.
Apart from this, lightning would often violently strike down without warning.
The points from which the lightning appeared and struck were completely random. This was the result of the previous power struggle between Jia Sha, Zi Di, and the Tower Spirit for control of the weather, which ultimately spiraled out of control.
The crowd was on edge, with some loudly calling out the names of Zi Di or Jia Sha, but there was no response.
"Damn it..." Zong Ge was in the midst of the crowd, frowning deeply.
Even though he was not adept at strategizing, he also felt that the situation was very grim.
"Jia Sha and Zi Di's fight seems to have quieted down. Who won in the end? Why is there no more commotion?"
"Regardless of who won, would they really come to our rescue?"