39th Floor.
Watching the Tiangong Fire burn fiercely along the blade, Ren Ye began to feel uncertain. He immediately called to the Human Emperor Sword's Sword Spirit, "Brother Spirit, can you... can you take it?"
"A mere Fourth Grade crafting fire... thinks it can burn me away? In its fucking dreams." Brother Sword Spirit's voice remained full of pride. "I'm fine. It's just a little warm..."
Only then did Ren Ye feel reassured.
The Human Emperor Sword had been forged at Deer Terrace, cast with Ninety-Nine Human Emperor Qi and formed from countless treasures.
It had once followed the Human Emperor in campaigns against the Nine Heavens. The moment the sword was completed, it stood at the pinnacle of martial arts in The Human World.
Where its radiance passed, gods and spirits wept blood; wherever its edge pointed lay the Human Race's supreme faith.
The seal and the sword-one symbolized the Human Race's supreme authority, the other its supreme will. These two objects could not be described merely as Supreme Treasure Divine Artifacts.
Though the Fourth Grade extraordinary fire could not melt the blade, it still felt a little hot to the touch...
But there was no time to worry about that now. Gripping the hilt, Ren Ye turned and shouted, "Xiao Shuai, stay close! Let's finish this fast...!"
"Got it, big brother!"
With that, the two rushed into the stairwell and began fighting their way out.
There were far more burning corpses here than they had imagined, and all possessed Third Grade bodies, making them extremely hard to kill. Even with ruptured guts, severed limbs, and over a dozen fatal wounds, they could still attack the pair.
As the old saying went, enough ants could bite a man to death. Although the burning corpses only had ordinary Third Grade