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The bloodline tower.

In a room.

Vivika sat on the sofa with her eyes closed. Although it was nighttime, she didn't turn on the lights. She just let herself be in the dark for a simple reason: she was tired.

She was really tired.

Since the death of the original owner of the tower, the third-circle warlock Natasha, she had been immersed in the battle with black Isotta every day and was surrounded by all kinds of bad news.

Compared to black Isotta, the bloodline tower was much weaker. The pressure of two third-circle warlocks was like a mountain. If she hadn't sought help from a few Warlock forces, she might not have been able to hold on until now.

However, it didn't make a difference. The bloodline tower couldn't hold on for much longer.

"sigh, if it wasn't for the accident in the central continent, things wouldn't have ended up like this!" Vivika shook her head. It was also Natasha who told her about this.