Perilously, they had survived the sixteenth floor, yet Ye Xuan's group had diminished by one more person, becoming a group of four.
Having paid a heavy price, they finally reached the seventeenth floor of the Xuanzun Tower, where they were finally met with the sight of figures, and not just a few.
Among them were unmistakably the traces of that Netherworld Snake scion and the Golden Rat Elder, people from the Evil Netherworld, along with other formidable presences, scattered in twos and threes, though most were in poor condition, clearly having encountered great trouble on the sixteenth floor.
In contrast, the people from the Evil Netherworld seemed much better off, appearing to have sustained little damage.
"How come these people from the Evil Netherworld haven't lost a single one? How did they do it?"
