The space within the tower trembled before Qin Yan.
A tiny figure suffused with pure Yin-Yang energy appeared out of thin air before him.
With a light wave of its hand, a saber woven from Yin-Yang energy steadily condensed in its palm. Its aura was clearly that of an Early-Stage Grandmaster.
"Even this kind of small fry dares to show up?"
Qin Yan could not even be bothered to take it seriously. With a casual sweep of his spear, a seven-colored spear aura tore through the air and blasted the Yin-Yang figure, saber and all, into energy fragments that filled the sky.
A flash of light appeared on the sixty-first floor. A radiance condensed from pure Yin-Yang energy enveloped Qin Yan, and in the next instant, he appeared on the sixty-second floor.
Another spear strike, and the battle was over.
Sixty-third floor. One spear strike. The Yin-Yang figure exploded.
Sixty-fourth floor. One spear strike. The Yin-Yang figure was reduced to dust.
Sixty-fifth floor. One spear strike.
He crushed his way from the sixty-first floor to the sixty-ninth. No matter how the Yin-Yang figures' cultivation rose—from Early-Stage Grandmaster to Mid-Stage Grandmaster, from Late-Stage Grandmaster to Grandmaster Peak—even the Yin-Yang figure on the sixty-ninth floor, which was infinitely close to crossing the threshold into Grandmaster, could not withstand a casual thrust from Qin Yan.
The gatekeepers that could have forced ordinary Grandmaster Peak Martial Artists into bitter battles were as fragile as paper and clay before the current Qin Yan.
Before long, Qin Yan stepped onto the Seventieth Floor.
Yet when he saw the Yin-Yang figure before him clearly, even his usually unruffled eyes lifted slightly.
The reason was simple. The Blood Qi fluctuations radiating from this Yin-Yang figure were simply too powerful—around fifty million Cal, already equivalent to the Blood Qi