Abyss Palace, sixth floor.
"Die!"
Lu Chuan smashed an Abyss Demon Seed to death with one punch, then looked toward the vortex floating in midair.
"These Abyss Demon Seeds aren't all that strong."
"But they're far too disgusting."
"Not to mention the purple-black fluid that splattered out when they died—even the abyssal aura surrounding the Abyss Demon Seeds was disgusting enough."
"If not for that, how could a mere fifth-rank Abyss Demon Seed have driven me into such a sorry state?"
The successive battles had drained Lu Chuan considerably.
Of course, compared to the depletion of spiritual energy, the exhaustion of his mind was an even greater headache for Lu Chuan.
Lu Chuan understood that if the battles ahead remained this passive, the eighth floor would be his limit.
As for the ninth floor, he should not even dream about it.
"Looks like I'll have to use the God Summoning Art."
With a turn of his eyes, Lu Chuan had already made his decision.
At the vortex.
Under Lu Chuan's gaze, an Abyss Demon Seed radiating an extremely terrifying aura crawled out of the vortex.
"An Abyss Demon Seed at the peak of fifth rank?"
"Looks like this is the sixth floor's gatekeeping boss."
Lu Chuan casually used a gaming term, then shot forward and took the initiative to attack. His right hand formed a palm, and a dragon's roar suddenly rang out.
"Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm!"
Lu Chuan shouted, and his figure vanished like a ghost.
When he reappeared, he had already swept behind the Abyss Demon Seed.
Then his right palm slammed down. A palm imprint three feet wide, radiating shimmering multicolored light, violently struck toward the Abyss Demon Seed.
Bang!
A thunderous boom spread out as Lu Chuan's palm blasted the Abyss Demon Seed dozens of