Just as Uncle Tian's expression grew increasingly grim, the other leaders around them simultaneously showed a hint of joy, except for the elderly man in the blue robe whose eyes were slightly complex as he watched the rapidly descending figure.
Soon, others around them also noticed something was amiss. The spiraling tower was over a dozen zhang tall. For high-level martial artists with special martial skills, it wasn't unusual to safely descend from such a height. However, this bald figure was plummeting head-first, and was about to hit the ground without making any corrective movements.
"Bang!"
Amidst the crowd's astonished gaze, the bald man slammed into the ground right in front of everyone, **, blood splattering everywhere. While the crowd was deeply shocked by this bizarre "victor," the elderly man in the blue robe raised his head again to look upward. It seemed everyone else also remembered something and shifted their gazes toward the top of the spiraling tower.