Yuan Luo could no longer remember how many times he had died. The moment he revived, he threw himself back into battle, and then died again.
Every existence within the Zhentian Endless Tower was fighting with utter disregard for their lives, forming a powerful will and momentum that swept him up as well, leaving him unable to break free.
All he could feel was that he was dying faster and faster, because the enemy was drawing ever closer to the place where they revived.
By the later stages of the slaughter, Yuan Luo had already gone numb.
And not only him—many Dark Creatures and Chaos Demons had also become muddleheaded. The shouts of killing and the roars within the tower grew weaker and weaker.
Gu An was still cutting his way toward the top floor of the Zhentian Endless Tower.
Even if they could revive endlessly, repeated death still wore down morale. Even those Mystic Qi Chaotic Immortals and Dao Extreme Daluo Immortals had fallen silent. They no longer had the strength to clamor or curse. They knew they could not possibly stop Gu An. What they had to do was display their stance and keep fighting until the Honored Master spoke.
From the outside, Gu An had already killed his way to the middle section of the Zhentian Endless Tower and was still pressing upward rapidly. His speed remained constant the entire time. No matter how many enemies there were, no matter whether their morale was full or not, none of it affected him.
Time flowed swiftly by.
Gu An drew closer and closer to the top floor. The black ocean he rampaged through still seemed boundless, only this black ocean had become oppressive. Many Dark Creatures and Chaos Demons no longer used divine abilities, but simply threw themselves