Yang Qiangzheng was waved off reluctantly by a group of Snow Eagle Demon Clan members as he transformed into a beam of light and vanished from the Demon Realm.
Back at the Trial Tower, there was a door in front of him.
Level 91.
At this moment, he sat casually on this platform to catch his breath, reminiscing about the ten-day journey in the Demon Realm, feeling quite emotional.
"During the first five days, I pushed my body to the limit within the scope of my abilities, using every means to survive, but due to a minor issue in the end, I attracted the attention of the Golden Core Demon Clan, almost ruining everything."
"Fortunately, I had a stroke of genius... used my brain like a wise grass snake a thousand times, scattered ash everywhere, gained the trust of the Snow Eagle Clan, and turned peril into safety..."
Upon hearing this, the Mechanical Insect on his head could not hold back.
