The Sword That Split the Heavens
At that moment, after hearing the giant sword's words, Bi Fan felt reassured. He turned to the demons and said, "All right, there's no need to worry about the final three levels. What we need to worry about now are the seven levels ahead of us. By the way, Old Niu, didn't you escape from the seventh level? Tell us what it's like in there."
Bi Fan asked him at once.
Although the demons were full of questions when they heard Bi Fan, none of them asked.
It wasn't that they weren't curious. Some felt they weren't important enough to ask, while others genuinely trusted Bi Fan.
Since Bi Fan had said as much, the demons all turned curious eyes on Niu Ding Tian.
After all, Niu Ding Tian was the only one who knew what the seventh level was like.
"The prisoners on the seventh level—my cultivation is only average compared to theirs. The strongest are Blood Bat King, Winged Tiger, and Mad Ape. So if we want to pass through the seventh level safely, we should avoid provoking those three if we can. But if they insist on standing in our way, then we'll have no choice but to fight."
Bi Fan had repeatedly done things that left Niu Ding Tian utterly astonished. Now, he steeled himself and decided he was ready to risk his life.
Niu Ding Tian had worked it out this way: if he risked his life, he could hold off one of the three kings. As for the Golden Crow, he couldn't say for sure, so he figured Jin Shanshan might be able to hold off another. That left all hope of getting through resting on Bi Fan.
Clearly, Niu Ding Tian was pinning his hopes on him.