“Leave! This tower is mine!”0

The hoarse and rasping roar shook the surrounding void, merging with the constant whispering around them. The sound pierced into Shang Xia’s mind like an awl, stabbing straight at his sea of consciousness.0

"An assault on my soul?" Shang Xia was slightly surprised, but far from alarmed.0

The opponent’s revealed strength was merely that of a mid-level Sage, and though his spiritual attack seemed to share the same strange resonance as the strange whispering, such power was insignificant before Shang Xia, whose divine soul was nearly perfected.0

After all, even the eerie whispers themselves could not harm him, how could a mere imitation of their power pose a threat?0

In the instant he deflected the assault, Shang Xia...0