Coming to the third floor of the Tower of Babel, Li Futu deliberately paused and glanced back.

Sure enough, the staircase connecting the second and third floors has not disappeared.

Although this Tower of Babel cut off the way for the people inside to return to the outside, it didn't really leave no way out.

At the very least, if you can't withstand the high pressure above, you can retreat from the height of high gravity like those on the second floor.

With the man's reminder, after going up to the third floor, Li Futu felt it carefully, and found that the gravity of the third floor was indeed a little larger than that of the second floor, almost twice as much as the outside.

Twice the gravity, just like a sudden double weight increase, and not only affects the human body itself, the air is compressed, the air pressure also begins to increase, ordinary people in this environment, breathing will become difficult, walking is even more so, think about the feeling of walking with a person of the same weight on your back, you may be able to hold on to it in a short period of time, but if the time is too long, the leg muscles are simply difficult to support, and the heart power is not enough, once this state lasts too long, the brain will begin to fall into a state of hypoxia......

Of course, this pressure is nothing to Li Futu, and he glanced at the three layers.

Like the second floor, there are quite a few people sitting here, the same motionless, but the number of people is a little smaller than that on the second floor.

Soon, Li Futu continued to walk towards the staircase leading to the fourth floor.

Four floors.

Five floors.

Six floors.

As the altitude increases, the space gradually shrinks, and the number of people staying on each floor decreases sharply, as the gravity increases, and when the fifth floor is broken, the speed of gravity jumps up suddenly.

When he came to the eighth floor, Rao is Li Futu obviously felt a sense of suffocation, and his heart seemed to be held by a hand, and he felt breathless.

According to rough estimates, the gravity faced by the Tower of Babel will increase by 0.5 times for each floor, and this speed of lifting is limited to before the fifth floor, and the gravity increases exponentially above the five floors.

At this moment, where Li Futu is, on the eighth floor of the Tower of Babel, the gravity here is equivalent to nine times that of the outside!

Under this kind of pressure, you will feel as if the air has become a substance, the whole body suffers from a sense of oppression, blood circulation begins to speed up, lifting your feet is as heavy as a thousand pounds, every step you take, it takes a huge amount of strength, making people subconsciously like bending down and lying on the ground, ordinary people in this environment, it is likely to directly bleed and explode to death.

Even Li Futu didn't choose to venture at this time, and like the people he saw on the way to the tower, he slowly bent down and sat on the ground.

He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, as if he could hear the sound of blood rushing.

The Tower of Babel has a total of 12 floors.

The higher you go, the smaller the number of people becomes, and at the moment there are less than ten people 'meditating' on the eighth floor.

Everyone remained motionless, undisturbed by each other, silently adjusting to the huge pressure.

In the Lost Realm, there is no distinction between day and night, and after entering the Tower of Babel, he can't feel the passage of time, I don't know how long it has been, Li Futu reopened his eyes and exhaled deeply.

Although the pressure here is terrifying, it is an excellent place to temper the physical function, as long as you can resist the pressure here, people's physical fitness can grow by leaps and bounds.

There are no other dangers in the Tower of Babel, and pressure is the only test here.

Each layer is actually a breakthrough in its own limits.

Li Futu gradually adapted to the huge pressure and stood up on his knees, although he still felt difficult to breathe, but at least it was much more relieved than when he first came up.

He glanced around.

There are no windows in the tower, and all the sources of light come from the light transmitted from the upper floor of the staircase.

Therefore, the higher you climb, the smaller the space, and the higher the brightness.

When he came up, he vaguely remembered that there were eight people sitting here, but now there were only six left.

The two who didn't see each other didn't know if they had gone down or climbed to a higher height.

Li Futu squeezed his hand, and there was a crackling sound of bone joints colliding, and he exhaled and walked towards the entrance of the ninth floor.

Here a month, a year on earth.

Time was short, and he couldn't afford to delay.

Step into the ninth floor.

Li Futu's breathing was sudden, as if a boulder had suddenly fallen and pressed his heart, and even his temples involuntarily began to sweat.

"Hey, why did you come up so quickly?

A voice of surprise rang out.

The number of people on the ninth floor is even more rare, only four people.

The person who spoke was one of the two who disappeared on the eighth floor, but the other chose to retreat, and he chose to continue up.

Looking at Li Futu, his eyes were quite surprised.

The Tower of Babel has a purgatory on the first floor, and everyone who climbs the new floor has to stay for a long time, but this man only paused on the eighth floor for a few days before following him to the ninth floor, this kind of climbing speed is really rare.

The feeling of being tentative on the edge of the limit has not been experienced by many people, Li Futu's every muscle cell at this time seemed to be trembling, he insisted on walking forward, and then sat down irrepressibly, sweating like rain all over his body.

"The Tower of Babel climbs to the sky step by step, but the higher you climb, the worse you fall, finding your own height is the king, and taking the plunge will only push you into the abyss, go down, this place is not for you. ”

Someone spoke indifferently.

Li Futu gritted his teeth.

He naturally understands that it will definitely be much easier to retreat to the eighth floor, but he doesn't have so much time to waste, and when he enters here, he has no way to retreat, he can only go up, and go up again!

It can be seen that the pressure close to the limit has made his face tremble uncontrollably, and his bones are constantly rubbing and rubbing, this kind of pain is definitely not something that outsiders can imagine.

It's like a balloon that has been squeezed, and no one knows when it will burst if it can't hold on.

In the Tower of Babel, there are countless examples of tragic deaths due to quick success.

Seeing that he insisted on going his own way, naturally no one persuaded him anymore.

People here are fighting against their limits all the time, they don't have the strength and energy to attack each other, and in the same way, they don't have the leisure to meddle in their own affairs.

Li Futu sat there trembling all over, a trace of blood seeping out of his skin, the picture looked very frightening, although the other four people on the ninth floor did not speak again, but their eyes looked this way from time to time, as if waiting for the moment when Li Futu fell.

Time passed slowly, and Li Futu's body was filled with a faint layer of red, but from beginning to end, he sat there without wavering, and gradually, the trembling of his body subsided.

It was clear that he had broken through the barriers, broken his limits, and gained a foothold on the ninth floor.