When Huang Xiaolong reached the eighth floor of the Xuanhuang Tower, he finally understood why the peerless geniuses and monstrous talents from the world of overseas cultivators were stopped in their tracks here.
It turned out that this eighth level of the Xuanhuang Tower was filled with thunder and lightning condensed from spiritual pressure!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, thick, purple thunderbolts, each several zhang in diameter and of an unknown length, struck down like thunder from the ninth heaven!
Moreover, they were numerous, like a myriad of thunders striking simultaneously, causing the heavens to shatter and the earth to split!
"Impressive, the difficulty of this eighth level is several times greater than the seventh level~~" Huang Xiaolong walked leisurely toward the staircase leading to the ninth level.
Crackle~~!
A bolt of spiritual pressure lightning struck Huang Xiaolong, and the torrents of spiritual pressure directly bombarded his soul!
