C1195 Arriving at the Sixth Floor
C1195 Arriving at the Sixth Floor
The expressions of the dozen or so Martial Cultivator s who had lost were all twisted and they were all terrified. Just looking at that scene made them terrified, let alone fighting amongst themselves.
Furthermore … The battles in the spiritual world were bound to be even more devastating. If his mind were to collapse, he might even become a fool.
There was no flash of a blade, but it was much more brutal than the actual battle.
"Ninety-four!"
"95!"
"..."
"97 steps!" What the f * ck is this monster! "
In the end, almost all the Martial Cultivator s were numb to it. Ye Feng bled consecutively, and the scene that appeared on the stairs became more and more terrifying every time.
They were all waiting for the moment Ye Feng collapsed, especially Ba Lu and the rest, as they stared at his body and refused to move it away.
On the ninety-eighth step, blood flowed from the corner of Ye Feng's mouth. He was in a sorry state, but his hands still tightly gripped onto Zhong Lee.
Zhong Lee's face was filled with worry and tears, but he could not open his mouth to speak, if Ye Feng was distracted, he would definitely suffer from the backlash of his Spirit Qi.
At this time, he couldn't let Ye Feng be distracted any longer.
Ah!
Ye Feng released a wild roar, and used all of his strength. His bent body finally forced himself to straighten, and he stepped onto the last 99 steps.
In an instant, the pressure surrounding him receded like the tide, and a strong sense of exhaustion enveloped his entire body.
With a plop, he directly fell to the ground, his legs becoming as heavy as lead. However, Ye Feng's Spirit Force had become even more sensitive, as though his mental strength had increased by a bit.
All this time, his mental strength hadn't increased at the eleventh step, but right now, it seemed as if he had broken through to the twelfth step, or even the thirteenth or fourteenth step.
However, it was able to greatly increase the spirit of the Martial Cultivator, making the, who had withstood the test, feel even stronger, and the spirit cultivation of the Heart of Martial Dao became even stronger.
"Brother Ye, how do you feel?"
Zhong Lee immediately took out two Pill s and stuffed them into Ye Feng's mouth.
Ye Feng gently shook his head. Not caring about anything else, he sat cross legged and closed his eyes, then quickly recovered. The Pill melted once it entered his mouth, and under the effect of the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein, the medicinal effects were quickly absorbed to more than half.
After a while, he deliberately stood up while trembling and said to Zhong Lee weakly, "There's nothing more wrong now."
The reason he did this, was to lower the attention of Fann Tian, Ba Lu and the others, so that he could buy himself time to completely recover his spirit energy.
"Aiyo, you really f * cking know how to pretend. Your elder can kill you with one hand right now!"
The killing intent in Ba Lu's eyes surged, this was the perfect opportunity to deal with this man, kill Ye Feng here, and take back the Killing Boorish Blade, then he would have the chance to become a Barbarian Clan Hero.
Ye Feng coldly glanced at Ba Lu, his tone neither hurried nor slow. "Father? "Your father is your father, and your son killed your father. You are truly devoid of conscience!"
Ba Lu was startled, and then he realised that it was the exact words he had bet on Ye Feng to not make it to the 85th step, he did not expect the other party to hear it.
At the same time as he endured the pressure, Human Clan Bloke actually remembered what he had just said?
"Bastard! First, I'll cut off your tongue. Let's see if you can still continue to be so stubborn!"
The furious Ba Lu felt his scars being ripped apart, and in front of all the Martial Cultivator present, his old face had been thrown all over the place. What was even more infuriating was that these words came out of his mouth, leaving him with no way to refute it.
Just as he was about to rush over, he saw the gloating look in the eyes of the Spirit Demon Fann Tian and the Water Clan Red-Haired Woman. He stopped for a moment and cursed: "I won't kill a useless trash that has no fighting strength.
He was not completely brainless.
If he were to take action now, the other Martial Cultivator would only take advantage of him …
Ye Feng and the other two took an entire hour to climb the Divine Staircase. The Martial Cultivator s of various clans used this time to recover some of their strength and started to attack again.
"Let's go. We have to follow them. We can't fall behind right now."
After taking a breather, Ye Feng made a decision. The last two levels were extremely important, he did not want others to take the initiative.
"But your condition... I, Zhong Lee, promise you, if you ever want to come again in the future, I will definitely help you find a Jadewater Token. "
Zhong Lee smiled bitterly and advised.
It seemed that Ye Feng was not in a good condition. If he did not have some time to recuperate, once he had a conflict with Fann Tian, Ba Lu and the others, he would definitely not be their match.
The reward might be good, but it wasn't as important as his life. He might as well take a step back and expand his horizons …
"Brother Zhong Lee's words are a bit wrong. Since we have reached this point, how can we give up so easily? Moreover, if the higher ups really meet with danger, it wouldn't be too late for us to give up."
Liu Leezi's eyes turned, his burning desire rolling in his heart. Since he had reached this step, he definitely could not give up.
As for Ye Feng, he was just a chess piece, life and death didn't matter much to him.
"What do you mean by that? Don't you see that the Barbarian Dog and the rest of the demon race have ill intentions? Now that they have left, they have no time to think about it. It is the best outcome for Brother Ye. "
The angry Zhong Lee retorted.
"The Martial Cultivator and the Heavens are at odds with each other. If there is a crisis, they would choose to retreat. How is it possible for them to climb the peak of martial arts? Brother Zhong Lee, why don't you ask Brother Ye if he's willing to give up? "
Liu Leezi's eyes revealed a little contempt, all the way here, he was certain that Ye Feng was not the type of person who would easily give up.
"Your words are correct. At this stage, I cannot give up. However, my vitality has not recovered yet, so I will have to rely on you in the future."
Ye Feng calmly pulled Zhong Lee to the side, and said with a smile. After eating so much, it was time for him to repay the favor.
"This …"
"Hehe, that's easy to say. Brother Ye, are your vitality really that exhausted? "En, don't worry. Leave the back to me …"
Liu Leezi looked at Ye Feng thoughtfully, and laughed sinisterly as he replied, but before he could finish, Ye Feng and Zhong Lee had already rushed to the sixth floor, leaving him behind.
Immediately, he gnashed his teeth in anger.
"Damn it, he doesn't even put me in his eyes at all …" "I'll see if you all die in a moment …"
"..."
The breeze was light and the clouds were light. It was as warm as spring!
This was the feeling everyone had after reaching the sixth level. They did not encounter any danger here and the Yuan Qi in the surroundings was extremely dense.
It seemed that the Martial Cultivator also knew that after passing the spirit ascension platform, the consumption of spirit energy would be severe, so she deliberately gave them a chance to recover.
Ye Feng was secretly delighted, with the circulation of his Dantian, he activated Evergreen And Everlasting Vein, causing the rate of spirit energy in his four limbs and bones to increase, and he began to engulf them in a plundering manner.
"The sixth floor doesn't seem to be dangerous." After inspecting the entire space, Zhong Lee said.
"The seemingly safest place is perhaps the most dangerous place."
Liu Leezi said as he pretended to be deep in thought. He looked around him and then took the lead to walk up ahead.
Seeing that Ye Feng was injured, Liu Leezi felt that even if he were to turn hostile on the spot, it would not pose too much of a threat to him.