The atmosphere inside the Pagoda grew tense as the remaining competitors struggled through the challenges.
Many had been eliminated, leaving only the strongest remaining.
But they knew that the whole challenge was coming to an end, so they continued on and tried to get as many places as they could.
Sun Yichen, in one of the private spaces, wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, his body brimming with fire Qi.
He had just cleared the last level of the eighth floor, his sword still crackling with flames from his previous attack.
A colossal, three-headed serpent lay at his feet, its charred corpse steaming as it disintegrated into light.
He let out a breath, steadying himself.
"This is getting ridiculous," he muttered, stepping through the final portal to the ninth floor.
The moment he stepped in, his surroundings shifted into a vast battlefield of shattered earth, broken pillars, and roaring winds.
Sun Yichen blinked. "What the hell is this?"
There was no one else.
