Li Tian didn't feel good at all. He was breathing heavily, as if there was a huge rock pressing on his chest.
The 17th floor was too terrifying.
A hazy moon rose from Princess Yao Yue's back and enveloped him, protecting her from the corrosion of the grey substance.
But even so, the full moon behind her began to gradually turn gray, and perhaps it would become a stone sculpture soon.
"This won't do. The 17th floor is hell. We'll be petrified here." The fatty said with great difficulty.
Although the old monster had not caught up yet, it was estimated that they would die soon.
"We'll find the formation eye and continue to fall?" Li Tian suggested.
Fatty didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Princess Yao Yue, hoping that the woman would have a way.
However, Princess Yao Yue didn't say anything. She was just panting.
