The gust of wind rolled up the rubble, forming ferocious phantoms of demons, screaming and galloping over the ruins of this floating city that seemed to be imprinted with countless centuries of bitterness and shame.

"Boom!"

The slanted towering minaret spread along the crack of the tower, like a rotten ancient tree facing the strong wind was cut off by the middle, and fell into the heart-pounding chaotic darkness of the crack with the accompaniment of loud noise.

Thorne tightened his squeaking cloak and walked towards the ruins of the floating city at a very fast speed while avoiding the sand and stones swept up by the wind.

"How do I get in?" Thorne, who was close to the ruins of the floating city, looked up at the countless buildings that collapsed due to the void storm, and frowned slightly.

At this time, he had already circled around the ruins of the floating city, but unfortunately, the city was all wrapped in a terrifying void storm, and there was no way to enter or exit.

Standing still, not knowing what to do, he pondered for a long time, and finally tried to take the quaint coin out of his pocket.

Soon, an unexpected thing happened.

This quaint coin appeared in his palm for a short while, and suddenly flashed a faint magic light, and then automatically suspended in mid-air uncontrollably.

"Is it sending some message to the floating city?" Seeing the magical aura of the ancient coins flashing, Thorne roughly judged a little bit of information.

This lasted for about half an hour, and the moment the quaint coin was put away by Thorne, a little firefly-like starlight ignited in the center of the void storm, flickering in the darkness.

After a while, the firefly-like starlight became closer and closer to Thorne, and the light became the size of a fist.

"Om!"

When the bright light approached Thorne, a sound similar to the rapid rotation of a propeller entered his ears in the howling wind.

Immediately afterwards, a silver-white drone-like construct that was protected by an energy shield and looked like a cross was suspended in front of Thorne.

"Buzzing..."

With the crazy rotation of the propeller, the center of the silver-white construct projected a light blue light to Thorne, followed by a series of icy metallic sounds:

"... Found a suspicious target!... Confirming the target information!... Has the authority of the Insight plane!... Authority level: D-level!... Call the headquarters!... Whether to pick up the target!"

"... Plane Scout No. 9 received!... Agree to lead the target!..." With the mechanical cold metal sound, the small construct suspended in mid-air appeared above Thorne's head in the blink of an eye .

"...Open the Insight's half-plane domain!... Void storm erosion and suppression successfully!... Open the half-plane teleportation authority!... A teleportation channel is being established!...The teleportation channel is established successfully!... Destination: Floating City Club Guest room!"

"...Welcome the mysterious outsider to the plane of insight!...Winter's Wrath Floating City!"

As soon as the icy mechanical sound fell, an unknown space domain suddenly opened, and a 2-meter-high dark blue portal appeared in front of Thorne.

"...Warning!...Warning!...Netherstorm is eroding the plane's teleportation channel!...The plane's teleportation channel is expected to collapse in ten seconds!...The half-plane energy is rapidly consumed!....It is still before the collapse time. Remaining: Nine, eight, seven..."

At the moment of Thorne's hesitation, the silver-white construct hovered above his head, making a cold and rapid sound.

Noticing the small constructs scurrying around like headless flies above his head, Thorne no longer hesitated, stepped directly into the portal passage, and disappeared without a trace.

The moment he entered, the construct hovering above his head also got in.

The so-called reception hall of the floating city is very spacious. The surrounding walls are engraved with dark blue mysterious lines. The lines are spread very regularly like the veins of the human body. In the end, they all converge and disappear into the depths of the ground.

This kind of rune Thorne is very impressive, because the emerald tower's walls are engraved with such patterns, and they function like cables hidden in the walls in the real world.

These rune patterns will eventually all converge into the element pool, because their function is to activate the energy transmission channel prohibited by the entire tower.

Although this living room looks like a grand hall, it is embarrassing that the whole space is inclined, so he has to activate the shadow hand stance "moth dance" to float his body in mid-air.

Just as Thorne was curiously watching the surrounding environment, a translucent figure suddenly suspended in mid-air like him, and greeted him: "Hello, mysterious outsider, I am the manager of the Insight Half-Plane. "

This is a translucent female phantom, her voice sounds melodious and melodious, almost exactly the same as ordinary people, not with the cold mechanical metal sound like a construct.

"Hello, manager of the half plane." Looking at this humanized translucent phantom, Thorne said calmly.

The administrators in the ruins of this floating city belong to a kind of intelligent construct creatures that are even more advanced than Taring.

The most important thing is that the other party did not die or fall asleep in the tragic battle, but continued to operate. This has to make people think about the reason.

Although the appearance of this phantom made him very surprised, but at the same time, he also began to worry a little.

From the turbulent year to the present, hundreds of years have passed.

He worries that the administrator of this half-plane will become more and more autonomous and independent due to the death of the original master, or that he is not satisfied with being just a tool person who does what he orders, but wants to exist as an independent individual.

If that's the case, then trouble.

"Mysterious outsider, why do you have the authority of a half plane, and what is the purpose of your coming here."

The plane manager floated in front of Thorne, and his voice was still so gentle and melodious, without a trace of emotion.

"I was entrusted by someone to come here to get something." Thorne took out the quaint coin and handed it over directly.

The plane manager stretched out his hand, and the quaint coin flew directly in front of her, and then closed his eyes and fell into contemplation, as if he was reading some information.

About half an hour passed.

The translucent phantom floating in front of him opened his eyes and stared at Thorne quietly, with a stunned look on his face, and said, "I already know all about it."

"Then..." Thorne greeted the phantom's gaze and reminded.

"I do have what you need here, and I can give you the strongest tower spirit in the floating city."

The translucent phantom crossed his chest with his hands, looked at Thorne with interest and smiled slightly, then said, "But, why should I give it to you?"

"What do you mean?" Thorne asked tentatively with a stun in his heart.

"There was once a word that a very shameless guy often said, which left a deep impression on me." The translucent phantom held a fragrant cheek in his hand, pondered for a moment, and made a melodious voice:

"All the gifts bestowed by fate have been priced in secret. So, what price are you going to pay. Half-elf?"