The five tribal chiefs wore grave expressions. Eight hundred and thirty floors—he was already gradually closing in on them. They had only reached around the nine hundredth floor themselves. Although those seventy floors were harder to clear than the previous eight hundred combined, the two of them were improving too quickly.
To stand shoulder to shoulder with the Great Demon King Bloodline, this kid must be a figure who stirs the winds and clouds outside. Yun Piaomiao muttered to himself.
At this moment, the five tribal chiefs already regarded First Demon Lord and Ye Chen as equals. Their current strength might indeed be inferior to theirs, but they had plenty of time to catch up—and perhaps even surpass them.
On the eight hundred and thirty-fifth floor, First Demon Lord pushed his strength to its limit. His glittering Fist Force was like black meteors streaking through the night sky, blasting out punch after punch—swift and fierce.
On the eight hundred and thirty-fourth floor, Ye Chen's sword was like the sharpest scalpel, flashing relentlessly along the Desolate Spirit's weaknesses. Each flash left a mark on the Desolate Spirit's body.
"Die!"
With one sword stroke, Ye Chen knocked aside the Desolate Spirit's saber. Amid flying sparks, his sword grazed past the blade and pierced through the Desolate Spirit's throat.
"That was not easy. Fortunately, not only did I become a Legendary Supreme, my Heart Sword also reached the middle stage."
Without a moment to rest, Ye Chen was teleported to the eight hundred and thirty-fifth floor.
"Ye Chen caught up!"
"Ye Chen has surpassed him!"
"He's been surpassed again."
The tower-climbing rankings of Ye Chen and First Demon Lord kept alternating. Outside the Desolate God Tower, everyone's expressions changed again and again.
"Ye Chen was right. This First Demon Lord really is terrifying."