"Qianqian, Jin'Er, destroy these pipes!"
Once Pei Yuhang realized the network of black pipes crisscrossing the walls was funneling "nutrients" or energy to Yuan Tianming, he immediately resolved to cut them off.
The three of them didn't hesitate, immediately casting Magic to destroy the pipes along their path.
Clear light flowed, sharp Sword Qi, Talismans, and Daoist Skills bombarded the pipe walls one after another.
HISSS—
Under the frenzied bombardment, the pipes along the way snapped, and a thick, murky, blood-fiend mist erupted like black blood from a severed artery.
Just then, another deafening roar came from overhead, and debris rained down.
It seemed Pei Yuhang's destruction of the pipes had caused a chain reaction.
"Go!"
Pei Yuhang accelerated on his sword, racing to the corner of the ninety-eighth floor.
As he officially stepped onto the ninety-ninth floor.
