Old Yu Street—every corner, every corridor, every step leading downstairs... They were etched into Ji Li's mind like a 3D blueprint.
The Fourteenth Floor passed in the blink of an eye.
The head on the sword was still howling, as if everything about to happen had been specifically arranged to deal with it.
Limping forward on one leg, Ji Li's long hair streamed behind him as he dragged the Bronze Ancient Coffin, smashing through floorboards and railings one after another like a walking bulldozer.
"13th Floor."
After leaving Number 1414, he had not encountered much resistance. But the moment Ji Li reached the Thirteenth Floor via the South Building's narrow staircase, a gust of sinister wind blew straight at him.
Ji Li instinctively tilted his head aside and felt a burning pain across his left cheek as a trace of something fishy and sweet ran down.
With his long hair hanging loose, he did not dare open his eyes. He merely swung his right hand from back to front.
The Bronze Ancient Coffin flew backward from behind him and smashed forward. That unparalleled force was nothing in its master's hands, yet it directly demolished the entire South Building narrow staircase.
From the Fourteenth Floor to the Thirteenth Floor, the entire staircase collapsed. Massive clouds of dust rose amid shattered planks.
Ji Li tilted his head to avoid inhaling the choking dust. He did not know which ghost had attacked him or where it was, but the Bronze Ancient Coffin's clearing blow was enough to let him continue onward.
He did not dare put away the Stage Sword. Holding its hilt in a reverse grip, he climbed up along the coffin, crossed the Thirteenth Floor, and jumped down onto the Twelfth Floor staircase, which had just collapsed and immediately restored itself.