The world was silent, except for the ever-present waves.
The island where the headquarters of the Tower of Truth was located, however, was shrouded in an ominous silence.
At the moment Xue An turned his head to gaze in this direction.
The protective barrier that had been covering the island finally reached its end, shattering with a soft popping sound.
The cold sea wind poured in, striking every Alchemist, causing them to shiver involuntarily as their complexions became even paler.
Even though their faces had already looked quite grim before this.
A playful smile appeared in Xue An's eyes as he stepped into the void, slowly coming to hover above the island, looking down at everyone, just about to speak.
Suddenly, An Guocong rushed out from the crowd, kneeling with a thud, and said with a face full of flattery, "Criminal An Guocong of the Tower of Truth, pays respect to my lord!"
