Bai Qi stepped through the teleportation circle transporting him to the eighth floor of the Tower of Gratitude.
The eighth floor was a vast square. Bai Qi looked around but didn't see any room present.
"Looks like they're not gunning for a crowd fighting tactic this floor," he muttered to himself before noticing another teleportation circle lighting up on the other side of the square.
Was this a straight pass?
Did his actions somehow glitched the game?
Just as Bai Qi begin to worry about a potential ban from the administrators of Secret Realm Tower, the ground in front of him suddenly collapsed, creating a deep chasm between him and the teleportation circle.
As expected, there weren't any easy ways out.
Bai Qi peered over the edge of the floor at the flowing magma below, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
One would surely die if they fell into that scorching temperature.
He should have formed a pact with a flying pet beast sooner, then he could have just flown across.