In the vast hall of the thirty-sixth floor of the Spirit Tower.
The layout here resembled the previous halls, but the area startlingly reached a hundred mu in size, and on the ground, cyan runic inscriptions were engraved every several zhang; these were clearly some form of special restriction.
There was a "puff" that broke the silence of this place.
Spatial fluctuations rippled in the void, and a mass of cyan light swirled out, revealing a man in a cyan robe holding a gray small sword.
It was Liu Ming.
Before planning to challenge the Spirit Tower, he had also looked up some relevant materials regarding the thirty-sixth floor and inquired about it from others.
But now, the outer sect disciples had no idea what these four late-stage Condensing Liquid Demonic Beasts looked like; even Yanming, who was well-connected, only knew that each beast on the thirty-sixth floor was comparable in strength to a Crystallization-stage creature, but beyond that, he knew nothing.