Tap! Tap! Tap!
The woman whose scalp had been torn off and her companions raced madly toward the fourth floor.
They wanted to evade Chu Qing's pursuit and deluded themselves into thinking they could survive.
Because:
Their boss—Marquis Black Gold, Zheng Sanbao—was there.
Marquis Black Gold had been a core disciple for three hundred years.
He cultivated the Visualization Path and had traveled very, very far upon it.
Within the Bi Luo Sect, many elders unanimously believed that Marquis Black Gold could determine the subsequent paths of the Visualization Path.
He was even one of the seed candidates for the Dao Lineage Dispute of the Visualization Path.
One of the women had even served Marquis Black Gold before.
She had vaguely noticed that this man also cultivated a path similar to the Flesh and Blood Path.
It was simply that he had hidden it extremely deeply.
If not for her special physique, she would never have noticed that negligible difference.
And based solely on the strength he displayed outwardly, Marquis Black Gold was already incomparably terrifying.
A tenth of Nian Nu Jiao's forces now followed him.
The two women believed that as long as they saw Lord Marquis Black Gold, they would certainly survive.
Fourth floor:
The space here was even larger, a place for storing goods, food, and resources.
Only, all those things had now turned to stone.
More than a thousand powerful beings were slaughtering one another here. Every minute, someone was beaten to death.
At the very center of the field stood an altar.
On the altar rested a Beauty's Head.
The Beauty's Head had been carved from stone. Its hair was all made of tiny serpents, yet it was not frightening.
Paired with the beauty's features, it instead possessed a unique kind of beauty.
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