Ling Yuwei was really nervous.
She was the elven princess, so she knew the ancestral land of the elves too well. She was even more aware of how dangerous the eighth floor was.
Even the third and fourth-tier divine emperors would be in danger if they entered the eighth floor. They would most likely die if they encountered a large group of evil spirits.
With their strength, if they were to encounter an evil spirit, they would definitely die. It would be strange if she wasn't nervous.
She stood at the side, casting a resentful glance at Lu Ming from time to time.
Lu Ming pretended that he did not see it. He stepped forward and headed toward the entrance to the ninth level.
Roar!
Roar!
A terrifying roar was heard as the evil spirits appeared. The moment they appeared, there were more than a dozen of them. They flew towards Lu Ming and the others at an astonishing speed.
Ling Yuwei's face turned pale, without a trace of blood.
