Floating Spirit Divine Palace, Second Floor!
The dim space remained oppressively stifling. Upon reaching this level, all the cultivators became cautious.
If casualties on the first floor could be attributed to bad luck, then on this floor, death would no longer be an exception—it could happen at any moment.
Each time ghost beasts advanced by one rank, their strength increased terrifyingly. Just like the group Lin Chuan had encountered earlier: first-rank ones could be casually crushed apart by his sand and stone, but the second-rank ghost beasts had forced him to use Sand Waterfall Funeral. Though it had still been easy, the growth in their strength was obvious.
When Lin Chuan, clad in a black cloak patterned with red clouds, appeared on the second floor, the cultivators waiting for their teammates all looked over. Their gazes carried both scrutiny and suspicion.
Because Lin Chuan had spent time on the first floor searching for the ghost beasts' weaknesses, he had moved much more slowly than most people. To them now, he seemed somewhat lacking in strength.
Still, no one said anything. They retained some degree of awe for someone who dared venture alone into the Floating Spirit Divine Palace. What interested them most was which floor Lin Chuan would give up acting alone on and choose to join a team.
This had even become a topic of conversation and betting material during their rests. Many wagered that Azure Dragon would run into danger on the third floor and then join a faction, while others bet on which faction Azure Dragon would choose to join. In any case, Azure Dragon was now known throughout the Floating Spirit Domain, and plenty of people were interested in his every move.
Lin Chuan's Sharingan swept over the surroundings. Finding no familiar faces, he directly transformed