William gazed at the Tower that only revealed itself amidst darkness, his mind already pondering some matters.
One thing he could be certain of was that if the City Lord was still alive, his strength must be terrifyingly great, possibly even reaching the standard baseline of a Circus Chief.
After all, the other party was a figure from the Ancient Times, who had earned personal recognition from the Lord of the Cancer Palace by slaying Honored Tumor Knights, not to mention the profound association with the moon.
Even if he had been decadent for many years, he wouldn't have weakened much.
In William's view, the Tower was currently untouchable, otherwise, one might lose their life before ever reaching the Abyss.
"Keith, has the City Lord never left the Tower since the moon shattered?"
