Fang Hao lay sprawled out in the ruins like a dead dog, finding even the act of breathing an arduous task.
That tenth floor was truly not meant for humans!
He didn't know how long he had been grinding against that giant stone figure; it had nearly worn his skin raw.
If not for his agile movement techniques, sufficient supply of Medicinal Pill, and the fact that the stone figure seemed a bit dim-witted, allowing him to wear it down, it would be his corpse lying here right now.
"Damn it, a stone lump at the Nascent Soul Stage... they really dared to think of that..."
He groaned while feeling the changes brought about by that gray energy within his body.
His injuries were mostly healed, and his spiritual power had recovered by more than half. More importantly, it seemed like something indescribable had appeared in his mind, as if he had gained a tiny bit of insight into Concepts like "Nirvana" and "Stubborn Stone."
