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Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the Demon Suppression Tower, Su Heng continued to ascend.
He soon reached the ninth level, coated with a thick Blood Flesh Fungus Blanket.
He manipulated gravity to push open the sturdy doors forged from radiant stone, and a warm wind mixed with the smell of blood spilled out, scattering the few locks of hair hanging by Su Heng's ears. His gaze remained unchanged, for he was long accustomed to the sight of the squirming crimson flesh before him, feeling no discomfort whatsoever.
Passing through a curtain woven from intertwined blood vessels, he quickly entered the inner layer of the laboratory.
The Blood Demon General and the Iron Demon General had both loved and slain each other, their flesh already corroded and digested by the fungal strain. Only some desiccated bones were left, discarded like trash in the dark corners.
On the wall that the Blood Demon General once adorned, the Wind Demon General now hung, barely alive.
