Fang Hao dragged his nearly falling-apart body, swaying as he climbed the stairs leading to the eighth floor.
Every step he took, he felt his legs trembling.
The battle on the seventh floor had almost drained him dry; if not for his Sword Intent breaking through at the last moment to counter-kill that light-shadow swordsman, he would probably be stone-cold dead by now.
"Damn it, each level is more lethal than the last..." He panted heavily, fished out two qi recovery pills, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them up with a crunch.
The Medicinal Pill transformed into a warm current, nourishing his parched Meridians, finally making him feel a bit better.
Stepping onto the eighth floor, the scene before him changed again.
It was no longer an empty stone hall, nor some extreme environment, but a vast, dome-shaped hall filled with countless starlight spots!
