Watching Su Gao dart forward, Fu Qian couldn't help thinking that this looked like a trap.
He didn't know how she'd locked onto her target inside the tower, but the moment they met, it had bolted. It looked far too much like the legendary tactic of luring the enemy deep into one's territory—where victory was certain and defeat impossible.
Unfortunately, Su Gao clearly hadn't considered that. All her attention was fixed on the fleeing thing, and her murderous intent was almost tangible.
Given the situation, Fu Qian didn't waste any time either. He went straight after her.
Traps depended on who they were meant for.
The two figures raced up the stairs, one chasing the other.
Fu Qian soon noticed something strange. Su Gao had already been quite high up, and they'd climbed another ten floors since then.
Even after speeding up, they still couldn't see the top. Was this thing some kind of heaven-reaching tower?
Oh, no. It was more like the Leifeng Pagoda.
The next moment, Fu Qian stopped and corrected his earlier comparison.
After climbing another floor, the stairs suddenly leveled out, turning into a horizontal corridor.
From this angle, the way ahead was a maze of overlapping ridges, sprawling in every direction as far as the eye could see.
The hunched figure in the distance had already disappeared around a corner.
Su Gao didn't hesitate for a moment. Without a word, she chased after it.
Now that was dedication!
As the big shot providing backup, Fu Qian didn't hold back either. He lifted his foot to follow, only to feel something sticky underfoot.
He looked down to find a trail of bloody footprints beneath him.
I hope I haven't stepped on anyone's corpse. I'm a polite person, after all.
Fu Qian took a closer look and