The seventh level felt distinctly different from the previous six.
If the first six levels were devoid of any semblance of life, then Hong Ying, Mu Fusheng, and the others could faintly sense a hidden trace of living energy emanating from the dusky teleportation array here.
All creatures in the earlier six levels were either conjured by illusions or mere dead spirit skeletons.
This real, formidable surge of blood qi teemed with an ancient, primordial aura.
This seventh level might not be so simple.
Right now, Xu Yeming had entered alone, hunted by the Xu Family.
His safety hung in the balance.
Hong Ying and the rest didn't bother further analysis, heading straight for the teleportation gate.
...
On the other side of the teleportation gate.
Hong Ying and company floated suspended in midair, gazing down below.
This space seemed divided into four distinct regions.
Ancient forests, Gobi Desert sands, endless snowy plains, and rivers of molten volcano.
