After being sentenced to death, she came to her senses.

It was a face exactly like hers, even the expressions and movements were the same.

how come?

This is absolutely impossible; something must have gone wrong.

Fang Xiaoran's pupils suddenly contracted, her fingers gripping the short blade tightly. When she saw the other party increase their speed, she was stunned for a moment, and then immediately made her move.

No matter who the other party is, she will never show mercy.

However, after exchanging a few moves, they discovered that their opponent's moves were exactly the same as hers, which was too strange. Although some people are good at imitation and can even wear a human skin mask to achieve a seamless imitation, the fact that their moves were exactly the same was obviously not as simple as imitation.

Unsure of what her opponent was, Fang Xiaoran kept making moves, using almost all of her more complex and difficult-to-imitate techniques, but her opponent could still keep up, even mimicking her moves perfectly.

Fang Xiaoran's breathing gradually quickened, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She suddenly stopped her attack and retreated, staring intently at the "self" opposite her.

With the same moves and the same way of attacking, it is indeed difficult to distinguish friend from foe.

The only difference was that the other party was wearing a strange black outfit, and the aura emanating from him was also noticeably different.

But it was this subtle difference that made Fang Xiaoran realize something was wrong.

Perhaps she wasn't imitating herself at all, but rather using poison to induce hallucinations in her.

As far as she knew, a hallucinogenic toxin called "Seven-Colored Star" could cause people to fall into hallucinations without realizing it, affecting even their senses and making it impossible to distinguish whether they were in a hallucination by pain.

The only way to escape the illusion is to fight illusion with illusion.

She didn't want to use this method, but it was the only option at the moment.

Fang Xiaoran twitched her fingertips slightly, and the white Gu spirit instantly emerged from her sleeve, falling to the ground like snowflakes, gleaming with a sinister white light, making the entire space instantly chilly.

The moment the pale white Gu spirit landed, a thin layer of frost condensed on the ground. The frost patterns spread strangely, outlining countless fine ice threads in the air, solidifying the entire space.

Seeing this, the "self" on the other side suddenly launched an attack, trying to catch her off guard. However, Fang Xiaoran had already noticed. She raised the corners of her lips slightly, flicked her fingertips, and the ice silk suddenly retracted.

There was a crisp "crack" sound, as if something was being broken.

Fine cracks appeared all around, as if a mirror had been shattered, and a chilling cold suddenly spread. Through those cracks, Fang Xiaoran could vaguely see a figure. She moved swiftly and attacked without any defense. In an instant, she was close to the opponent, and before the opponent could even notice, the silver needle had already entered his body.

"Ugh..." With a muffled groan, the man collapsed to the ground.

The illusion vanished, and everything returned to normal. The candlelight still flickered, and a faint smell of decay lingered in the air.

As the dust settled, Fang Xiaoran walked expressionlessly toward the entrance to the fortieth floor.

In comparison, the first forty levels were not too difficult, at least they were still under her control. However, when she stepped into the fortieth level, she suddenly realized that she had severed her connection with the Gu Spirit.

This means that those who come here either die or are controlled, making it impossible to use the previous methods.

It seems we'll have to force our way in.

Fang Xiaoran's expression hardened, and she quickened her pace.

Compared to other levels, reaching this level makes each level extremely difficult, and the number of opponents encountered will increase. These people are not dark slaves, but death row inmates, and they will definitely fight desperately to prevent the trial participants from entering the next level.

These people are not weak in physique or martial arts, some even have profound internal strength and are bloodthirsty. Putting them in the Netherworld Path for trials is undoubtedly letting them kill without restraint.

Fighting a group of reckless death row inmates is not a high-risk endeavor, especially since it involves more than just one or two people. Even for Fang Xiaoran, the journey has been exceptionally arduous.

On the thirteenth day, Fang Xiaoran barely made it to the forty-fourth floor. Before, she could hold back, but now she had to give it her all, because a slight mistake could lead to her death. The people here were like wild beasts, very terrifying. After only reaching the forty-fourth floor, Fang Xiaoran began to feel exhausted, and even got injured along the way.

Fortunately, she was well prepared, carrying both antidote pills and poisoned hidden weapons, as well as two short blades, one for regular use and the other as thin as a cicada's wing for assassination.

It is said that there are also very powerful assassins here who can kill without leaving a trace. If you are not well prepared, you may be killed without even knowing it.

Of course, these are only part of the reason. More importantly, there are too many mechanisms and secret passages on this floor. If you are not careful, you will go to the wrong place and sometimes you will have to go back the way you came.

Now, Fang Xiaoran dragged her tired body forward. As time went by, she became more and more anxious. The trial lasted only fifteen days, and thirteen days had already passed. She had only reached forty-four percent, and was still six levels away from the fiftieth level. It was really not easy to reach the fiftieth level in just two days.

Two days, two days...

As she walked, she beheaded those who ambushed her as she went. Her body was covered in blood, and she looked like a terrifying ghost from hell. Even a well-trained assassin would tremble at the sight of her.

The watchman's voice came from time to time, and another two hours passed.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fang Xiaoran's forehead as anxiety surged within her, making her increasingly uneasy.

She had expected the trial to be very difficult, but she hadn't imagined it would be this difficult. If it were just a one-on-one duel, she could still accept it, but a group of countless people constantly attacking her meant she had to be on her guard at all times.

One day passed.

Fang Xiaoran leaned against the stone wall, her rapid breathing particularly clear in the dark passageway. Her tiger's mouth was split open, and blood dripped down the lines of the short blade, spreading out in dark patterns on the bluestone slab.

"The forty-seventh floor..." she counted through gritted teeth, her vision beginning to darken.

The attackers seemed endless, each one attacking from the most cunning angle.

What's even more terrifying is that they seem to feel no pain; even after their hands and feet have been severed, they will still use their teeth to tear at the hem of her clothes.

They want freedom, and they're willing to pay any price for it.

Some of them are even like puppets, tireless, painless, and fearless.

Even the most skilled martial artist wouldn't stand a chance against someone like that. First, the constant battles would be too taxing on you, and they wouldn't give you time to recover. They would just keep wearing you down until you were completely exhausted.

"One more day." Fang Xiaoran wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

She tried her best, but could only reach this floor. There were still three more floors to go, and it was impossible to reach them all in one day.

Perhaps, the only option is to try the dead end.

But if she didn't enter the fiftieth floor through the Death Gate, then everything she had done would be in vain.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaoran raised her head and looked at the dark passageway with a complicated expression.

"There's still one day left. It seems like it will be the same this time. No one will be able to pass the fiftieth level of the trial." Inside the room, the beautiful young woman was slightly disappointed. Although the person she had bet on had been eliminated, she still really wanted to see if anyone could reach the fiftieth level.

Unfortunately, it still didn't happen.

Although Miss Yao's expression was indifferent, there was still a hint of something unusual in her eyes. "It's different. This time someone broke through to the forty-eighth floor. Last time, the highest was only the forty-first or forty-second floor."

"So what if it's forty-eight? Breaking through two levels in one day is simply impossible," the beautiful young woman said coldly. Mr. Nian, however, did not join their discussion and instead stared intently at the Gates of Hell with a tense expression.

The man in the black and white mask saw what he was hoping for and suddenly teased, "That god of death is still here, but I wonder if he's on the way to the forty-eighth floor."

Upon hearing this, Miss Yao looked at Mr. Nian with a serious expression, her red lips slightly parted, and she smiled, "Then I must congratulate Mr. Nian. It seems your wish is about to come true."

That's what she said, but Miss Yao didn't believe that the so-called God of Slaughter could reach the fiftieth level.

Mr. Nian remained silent, glancing lightly at the spot where Gu Yuqing had been standing. The beautiful young woman noticed something amiss and asked curiously, "He hasn't shown up for so long. Could it be that he's convinced he made the wrong bet?"

"The person he bet on hasn't been eliminated yet. Let's see if he can reach the fiftieth floor. If he can't, he'll probably go bankrupt. Come to think of it, could he have run away?" the man in the black and white mask sneered.

Just then, the latest intelligence arrived: two people had simultaneously arrived at the 49th floor.

Only one person can reach the fiftieth floor, and the successful one will be one of these two.

The news caused an uproar at the scene. When asked who it was, the person who delivered the intelligence shook his head and refused to answer, clearly wanting to leave the mystery unsolved.

Immediately, the people present started discussing it. They never expected that someone would actually reach the fiftieth floor. It seems that the master of the dark alley is about to change.

Hearing these words, Miss Yao smiled and said, "You're overthinking it. Reaching the forty-ninth level doesn't necessarily guarantee victory. This level is very special. It only considers life and death, not winning or losing. Besides, the guardian is different from those on other levels. He is a true monster."

"Place your bets, gentlemen, this is the last time."

On the high platform, the woman in gorgeous clothes spoke with a smile.