Ning Fan stepped on the Thousand Zhang Sword Light, slicing through the forbidden space. After six breaths, the sword light rushed to the highest point of the seventh layer.
On the seventh breath, the sword light directly pierced through the sky of the seventh layer, traversing multiple layers of spatial turbulence, charging straight towards the eighth layer.
At this moment, in the eighth layer, Ao Xuan and others were diligently breaking through the palaces, cautiously advancing toward the ninth layer.
In the sky above, were densely packed ice coffins, as many as forty-three thousand, with not a single coffin vacant, all containing ancient corpses.
The entire eighth layer was deathly silent, not even the sound of the wind could be heard. Even Ao Xuan and the others progressing, dared not make a sound.
Ao Xuan, positioned at the farthest back, had just broken through the eleventh palace of the eighth layer, arriving at the entrance of the twelfth palace.
