The Black Infernal Tower, a relic passed down from Emperor Kong Ming in ancient times, stood as a priceless treasure Nie Li refused to let rot away in the Tiny World.0

As he prepared to store it, the surrounding crowd instinctively stepped back. This colossal structure had stood tall on the eighth layer of the Nine-Layered Deathlands, and it was precisely this treasure that had allowed them to withstand Zhu Long's assaults for so long. Naturally, curiosity filled everyone.0

"Nie Li, the Black Infernal Tower is massive. Do you need help?" the Lord of the Nether asked as Ling Yun and the others approached.0

Controlling such a towering structure wasn't something ordinary people could manage with ease.0

Nie Li chuckled. "Haha! Thank you, Master, but this tiny tower is nothing to me."0

The Black Infernal Tower had stood unmovable in the Nether Realm for countless years, and no one had ever been able to shift it. In their eyes, Nie Li's attempt to store it was absurd. Yet after everything they had seen from him, not one dared interrupt. They watched in stunned silence.0

Nie Li raised...0