In the Demon Suppression Tower, a millennia of slaughters had passed, but in the multi-universe, only ten days had gone by.
"Escaped alive!"
A figure burst out from the ninth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower, and he was Pang Han, no longer the naive youth he used to be. A millennium of trials had forged his expression into one of unwavering determination.
His armor was stained red with blood, and at this moment, Pang Han was indifferent, bloody, murderous, and cruel.
He had grown stronger and more mature.
During these millennia, he had done nothing but cultivate and fight.
Within the Demon Suppression Tower, he had slain countless opponents.
"Pang Han pays his respects to Your Majesty!"
Pang Han's weapon inside the Demon Suppression Tower had been exchanged for a giant sword. He knelt before Chu Yuan with his sword, his voice cold, "Pang Han has completed the trial set by Your Majesty and has not failed Your expectations!"
