While Ling Tuanzhi, Zhao Funí, Xiao Yuan, and others were discussing.
Below.
In front of the Nine Extremes Desolate Tower, it suddenly became lively.
"Oh my God!"
"It's crazy!!! Truly crazy!"
"Su Shuilan isn't human!"
"This is already the 76th layer?"
"And she's still continuing."
"At this rate, does it mean that with a few more tries, she could reach the top?"
"Is there any hope left for us? I've struggled for over a hundred years, and only now have I barely managed to reach the 27th layer."
"The gap between people is just too vast."
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Within the Deceptive Realm Battlefield.
Centuries have passed.
Su Chen no longer seemed human.
His entire body was enveloped by dirt and dust, resembling a decayed tree root.
Su Chen hadn't moved for centuries.
Meanwhile, in the Deceptive Realm Battlefield, the death energy, the aura of decay and decline, had grown thicker and thicker.
On this day.
Crack.
Suddenly.
A faint sound, eerily rippled through the air.
