The third floor of Wu Qi Lou was a vast grassland.
As Cao Bing and the other two appeared, the soldiers who had entered the third floor of Wu Qi Lou before them also turned to look in their direction.
At the same time, Cao Bing and the others looked into the distance. Scattered across the grassland were figures of soldiers and strange beasts, quite a number of them. Including themselves, there were a full fifteen soldiers on the vast plain.
Cao Bing remembered that the three of them belonged to the fifth and sixth batches, meaning that before them, there had been twelve others—four teams in total.
With an average of three per team, only three had survived from their two teams. Clearly, they were not as strong as the first four teams.
Still, this was not a matter of teamwork. Everyone was in competition with one another, so it did not really matter.
Cao Bing found a spot and sat down to continue cultivating. The two surviving elite soldiers, still shaken by their ordeal, flew together toward a distant corner, keeping far away from Cao Bing.
Although they had previously been sent into different miniature worlds, Wu Qi Lou had allowed them to clearly observe the performances of the others. In other words, they had witnessed Cao Bing casually crushing the stone giant and rock beast with one hand. They now feared Cao Bing even more.
But no one had the time to care about them. Nearly every soldier who had survived the second floor had suffered severe damage to their divine bodies. Not a single one retained more than forty percent of their divine body.
Every one of them had been badly weakened!
Thus, all the surviving soldiers on the third floor were racing against time, consuming