Without pausing, Tang Yan activated his Shadow Step and swiftly charged forward.
Crack!
After just a few steps, the bronze road ahead suddenly sank, revealing a puddle, and over a dozen sharp spikes shot up from below.
Tang Yan didn’t slow down, his body leaning slightly to the right as he dodged the spikes and jumped past them.
Crack!
As soon as he landed, a nearby stone suddenly opened, and six bronze pillars shot up from the ground.
Tang Yan remained vigilant, noticing the disturbance. As his feet landed, he jumped again, stepping on the top bronze pillar and leaping forward, narrowly avoiding danger.
At this moment, Tang Yan was full of admiration for the design of the Death Tower. If his reactions had been slower, he would have fallen right into the trap!
Taking a deep breath and focusing even more, he activated his Shadow Step once again, rushing forward.
In less than 100 meters, Tang Yan had already encountered eight sinkholes and six consecutive traps.
Boom!
After a few more steps, a copper wall, about 1.5 meters tall, suddenly shot up from the bronze path, blocking his way.
At the same time, Tang Yan’s hair stood on end.
He quickly grabbed onto the copper wall, using his arms to propel himself up. Just where he had stood moments ago, the ground had caved in, and over a dozen spikes had emerged.
"Damn!"
Even though Tang Yan had a strong will, he couldn’t help but curse. If he hadn’t dodged in time, the spikes would have pierced his legs!
Looking ahead at the few hundred meters left, Tang Yan became even more cautious. Thankfully, there were no more surprises, and he managed to reach the end safely.
Taking another deep breath, feeling a lingering fear, he looked back at the winding copper path, secretly marveling at the Death Tower. If one’s reactions and strength were not up to par, they would suffer greatly in the second layer.
Upon reaching the third level, he felt an even stronger pressure pressing down on him. The 15 times gravity made him feel slightly strained.
Looking around, Tang Yan’s eyes narrowed.
Ahead, there was still a pool of water, but the winding copper road had disappeared. Instead, there were wooden planks floating on the water.
The planks varied in size, some as big as a basin, others the size of a bowl, each attached to a thin iron chain below.
The distance between them was inconsistent, and their positions were scattered without any regularity.
Scattered rocks of various shapes floated in the water.
Based on his experience from the second layer, Tang Yan was sure these stones had hidden tricks!
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Tang Yan’s gaze sharpened as he mentally mapped the positions of the planks. He took a deep breath, fully unleashing his third-grade Xuan Stage cultivation.
With a sharp shout, his body shot forward like an agile ape, jumping towards one of the wooden planks.
The moment his feet landed on the board, his heart skipped a beat.
The once still floating plank began to move!
Thousands of planks, each moving at different speeds and directions. Some moved in straight lines, some curved, and others suddenly changed direction, heading towards unpredictable spots!
Tang Yan felt as though countless alpacas were racing inside him. His planned landing points were immediately disrupted!
Could the designer of this formation be the reincarnation of the Minister of Punishment? What a twisted way to torture people!
Luckily, Tang Yan was quick on his feet. With a swift motion, he dashed towards a nearby moving plank.
This time, he was smarter. With a powerful push off the plank, he leapt higher into the air. Being higher up made it easier to choose his landing points.
Whoosh!
As he descended, a whistling sound reached his ears, and Tang Yan caught a glimpse of a black shadow rushing towards him.
Having been through many battles, Tang Yan remained calm.
He gathered his true energy, turning his body mid-air. The black shadow whizzed past him, and Tang Yan noticed it was a copper ball.
With his old experience, Tang Yan quickly drew his legs in, and with his toes, he lightly tapped the copper ball.
Using the force from the tap, his descending body shot forward again.
Whoosh!
Before he even landed, another copper ball flew at him. With his previous experience, Tang Yan repeated the same maneuver, stepping on the ball to propel himself forward again.
After several more repetitions, Tang Yan had moved a full 20 meters ahead!
Outside the Death Tower.
The crowd craned their necks, eagerly waiting for Tang Yan to emerge.
The bookmaker shouted loudly, “Anyone else want to place a bet? We’re closing soon!”
Just as the bets were about to close, a clear voice rang out, “I bet on Young Master Tang winning, 100,000 silver!”
Everyone turned to see the person speaking—a woman with an alluring figure, sharp features, and an air of competence and maturity.
“Wan Fei!” Some people in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.
Wan Fei was a unique figure among the mercenaries of Fang City.
She had appeared only six months ago, and no one really knew her background.
Though a woman, she lived a dangerous life, often walking on the edge of a blade.
She was fierce, decisive, and capable, with a high success rate in her missions, quickly gaining fame in Fang City.
About a month and a half ago, Wan Fei had completed a particularly dangerous mission: obtaining the fur of the Giant Wolf King.
Ordinary giant wolves weren’t very strong, but they attacked in large numbers, and the Giant Wolf King was a real threat, a solid third-grade beast capable of ambushing anyone.
Even a high-grade Xuan Stage expert would hesitate to challenge a pack of giant wolves, but this woman had braved the dangers of Cangyun Mountain and completed the mission.
That highly difficult task had earned her widespread recognition.
People were surprised by her bet. She probably knew nothing about Tang Yan from Cloud City—so why bet on him to win? And not just a small bet, but 100,000 silver?
Even if she was wealthy, that was still quite extravagant!
The bookmaker was equally surprised. He hadn’t expected anyone to place a bet at the last moment. He thought the young man would only last a few layers at best, so how could he possibly win?
Worried that Wan Fei might change her mind, the bookmaker eagerly accepted the bet, grabbed the silver notes, and handed her the betting slip.
At this point, Lin Xiao and the others were also puzzled. Who was this woman, and why was she betting on Tang Yan?
“Could she be Tang Yan’s romantic interest?” Lin Dongxue suddenly asked, her tone dripping with jealousy.
Hearing his daughter’s words, Lin Xiao teased, “Why do you care so much? Are you interested in Tang Yan?”
Lin Dongxue’s face turned red, and she glared at her father, annoyed. “Dad, stop talking nonsense!”
“Wan Fei, do you know that young man? Why are you betting such a large sum on him?” People in the crowd continued to ask.
Wan Fei didn’t intend to explain. Her bet on Tang Yan was purely based on her gut feeling—she just believed he would win. Even though the last time she saw him, his cultivation was only at the Yellow Stage!
Objectively, Tang Yan was likely at the first grade of the Xuan Stage, but women were often more intuitive, making decisions based on their feelings.
That day, the mysterious aura Tang Yan exuded, his unique insights into martial techniques, and his generosity in gifting the White Wolf King’s fur had all left a deep impression on Wan Fei.
She believed in him, so she placed her bet. What’s the problem with that?