When the two of them came up, all the bells collectively rang again, it seems that they were still very welcome here.
The number of people on the fourth floor was halved, yet the bells all rang.
The fifth floor, sixth floor, seventh floor... all the way up to the eighth floor, it was the same.
As the floors ascended, the number of corpses decreased, but the pressure emitted from their bodies became more intense.
Logically, since they were already dead and suppressed by the tall tower, it was impossible for any breath to be revealed.
Thus, this pressure is inherently carried, either from having done many remarkable things or from being genuinely remarkable individuals, capable of exhibiting the attitude of a dead tiger still awe-inspiring.
Li Zhiyuan: "Did you see your family's relatives?"
Zhao Yi seemed to hear something very absurd, pointed at his own nose, and asked in return:
