176 Trouble

"Damn! This is scary!!"

"F*ck! I can't believe I am doing this…." Lear cursed as he looked below. If he were to fall to the ground from this height, he would definitely be squashed like a pie.

Lear took his pouch out and poured out all the Metal sand left. He felt like crying as he looked at the amount of sand left. It was only half of the original amount.

'50 million….and I already have lost 25 million worth of sand.'

'Damn! I will definitely look for my sand if I get out of here in one piece.' Lear thought as he used his mana and the black sand began to float. Very soon, it formed two small circles.

'Damn! It's too small. But if I stretch it any further, It won't be able to support my weight.'

Lear carefully held the railing and used the two floating sand circles as a foothold as he planned to slowly descend down the tower.