The silent and lifeless Tower of Babel.

Ninth floor.

A figure slowly stood up.

It had been an unknown amount of time since he entered the tower, and his hair had grown to his waist, and as he stood up, pieces of blood shattered and fell from him like stone skin.

The others opened their eyes at the same time, their eyes looking surprised.

This kid is obviously the latest to come up, but now he has obviously fully adapted to the pressure of the ninth layer, and has done something that they have not done until now, this ...... How can it be?!

Is there really such a thing as a genius?

Li Futu stood still, clenched his hands, and twisted his whole body, and with the click of bones rubbing, pieces of blood continued to fall from his body.

During this time, blood continued to seep out of his body under the pressure, and then coagulated and covered his epidermis, and the cycle continued, and his body had formed a thick layer of blood scabs.

It's like 'breaking the shell and being reborn', when the blood scab is all off, Li Futu exhales a long breath as if he is relieved.

Then.

He tentatively took one step, then two steps, three steps......

It's not a leisurely stroll, but at the very least, the feeling of not being able to lift your feet is gone.

People can only grow quickly under heavy pressure, and this Babel Tower has achieved this to the extreme.

"Boy, the speed of your progress is indeed a bit beyond imagination, but you have to think clearly, every five floors of the Tower of Babel is a big hurdle, you had better consolidate it for a while and then go up to ten floors. ”

Li Futu understood that the other party had good intentions, but he didn't have that much time, he didn't know how long he had stayed in the ninth layer, and now that he had adapted to the heavy pressure of the ninth layer, he was naturally unwilling to continue to delay.

The number of floors of the Tower of Babel is equivalent to the division of strength, and he has obviously surpassed these people on the ninth floor now, but he still hasn't shown the slightest bit of arrogance.

"Thank you for your advice. ”

That being said, he then walked towards the staircase that led to the tenth floor, with a firm step and no hesitation.

The rest of the people on the ninth floor opened their eyes, and watched his figure disappear into the ninth floor, their eyes full of the same look of surprise.

They themselves had forgotten how long they had been in the Tower of Babel, but it was the first time they had seen a character who had grown at such a terrifying rate.

Of course, it is impossible for them to know, and even Li Futu himself cannot know that the reason why he was able to adapt to the pressure and complete the breakthrough in such a short period of time is not only because of his strong will, but more importantly, because of his experience of falling into the 'Yellow Spring'.

In that extremely corrosive black river, he should have been as many people imagined, with no bones left, and it was the relic that pulled him out of his desperate situation.

That relic not only allowed him to escape, but also completely transformed his body.

The so-called breaking and then standing may be exactly that.

Buddhist relics are priceless treasures in the world, and the last time Li Futu's 'resurrection from the dead' was actually not all the effectiveness of the relics, most of the energy of the relics was buried in every cell in his body with the reorganization of his body that time.

According to common sense, those energies should have been slowly exerted with the passage of time, or buried in his body forever, but the terrifying weight of this Babel Tower was like a catalyst, and all the remaining energy of the relics was stimulated!

And for these, Li Futu didn't know anything, he didn't know how powerful his body was at this time, but the moment he stepped on the tenth floor, he felt a little different.

Ten floors, it stands to reason that the gravity here is definitely more terrifying than the ninth floor, but the strange thing is that after he came to the tenth floor, he didn't feel as he expected, and even, the pressure he felt jumped as much as when he stepped from the eighth floor to the ninth floor.

What's going on?

Li Futu frowned, a little puzzled, but the tenth floor of the Tower of Babel was empty, and no one could answer his confusion.

Of course, he could choose to retreat to the ninth floor, where someone might be able to give him some explanation, but every minute and every second could not be wasted on him, even if he was puzzled by this strange change, but he still did not turn back.

did not stay on the tenth floor, after Li Futu left the ninth floor, he directly crossed the tenth floor, completed the breakthrough like 'skipping', and soon came to the eleventh floor.

There is no one on the tenth floor.

But there are people on the eleventh floor.

It was an old man with gray hair, who did not sit still, but stood there constantly moving about, muttering words in his mouth, and looking crazy.

Eleventh floor.

He was only one step away from his final goal, but here, Li Futu still didn't feel the pressure of being unable to move an inch, and the difficulty in his heart became more and more intense.

"Senior ......"

He looked at the old man and shouted.

The strength of a person who can reach this height must be unfathomable, but this Tower of Babel is like a prison formed by heaven and earth, even if he has great ability, he can't use it if he is trapped here.

"Fake, fake, all fake......"

Perhaps trapped here for too long, the only old man who had reached the eleventh floor of the Tower of Babel had become a little delirious and confused, still immersed in his own world, chattering incessantly, ignoring Li Futu's shouts.

"Seniors. ”

Li Futu shouted again, raising his voice.

The other party still didn't respond, and just when Li Futu wondered if he was completely mad, the other party suddenly turned his head.

"How did you get up?!Walk! There's no road up there!Run!"

The other man shouted nervously, clearly insane.

Moreover, Li Futu realized that the other party was walking a little lame, like a lame.

Seeing that this was a madman, Li Futu also stopped thinking about probing and turned his head to look at the twelfth floor.

He entered the Tower of Babel to be able to get there, that was his goal, and his only hope of returning.

Taking a deep breath, Li Futu took a step and walked towards the staircase leading to the top floor.

"What do you want to do?!"

Suddenly, the old man walked over. grabbed his wrist, his eyes trembled, and he muttered nervously: "Can't go up, you're going to die, you're really going to die......"

Li Futu frowned.

Although this old man walked with a limp, he was not sluggish in walking, obviously the gravity of the eleventh floor did not have much impact on him, in this case, he could leave the eleventh floor and go to the twelfth floor, but why did he keep stopping here?

Don't.

Just because he's a lunatic?

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