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With trepidation in their hearts, the disciples of each sect stepped into the second level of the Demon Suppression Tower!

Upon entering, a stench even stronger than that of the first floor rushed towards us like a giant wave, and the nauseating smell instantly filled our nostrils.

The monsters on this floor are a group of demon-like creatures. They are tall, about the height of two people, with blue faces and fangs, and their ferocious appearances are like evil spirits crawling out of the depths of hell.

His thick limbs were bulging with muscles, full of explosive power, and every movement carried a heavy sense of oppression.

They wielded enormous spiked clubs, their blades bristling with sharp spikes that gleamed coldly, as if yearning for the nourishment of blood.

The eyes of those yakshas flashed with a blood-red, ferocious light, like burning flames, as if they wanted to scorch everyone's souls.

This time, Wu Angwang of the Yunxia Sect glanced provocatively at Meng Yao and launched the first attack. His figure flashed, rushing towards one of the Yakshas like a ghost. His steps were light and swift, as if he had left a phantom in the air.

In an instant, he closed the distance with the Yaksha. With a flick of his wrist, his longsword produced a series of dazzling sword flowers, each containing a sharp sword aura. The sword flowers flashed with a cold light, aiming straight for the Yaksha's throat.

However, the Yaksha reacted extremely quickly. It let out a deafening roar, swung its spiked club, and created a gust of wind as it rushed towards Wu Angwang's sword.

With a loud clang, the sword and staff collided violently. The powerful impact caused Wu Angwang's arm to go slightly numb, and a sharp pain shot through his hand.

But his eyes were firm, showing no sign of backing down. He instantly adjusted his posture, his footwork shifting, and like a gust of wind, he circled around to the side of the Yaksha and launched another attack.

Seeing Wu Angwang's expression, Mengyao's eyes flashed with anger. She also moved quickly to meet several Yakshas.

Every time she swung her sword, it carried the power of an endless ocean, as if it could cleave everything in front of her in two.

She engaged in a head-on clash with several yakshas, ​​their swords and clubs clashing with deafening sounds and sparks flying like fireworks in the night sky.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, a yaksha pounced on Mengyao, opening its blood-red maw and spewing out a black aura, attempting to distract Mengyao from her vision.

But Mengyao remained calm in the face of danger, dodging to the side with swift and decisive movements. Her sword swept out horizontally, whistling through the air, and struck the Yaksha directly in the leg.

The Yaksha screamed in agony as a deep wound appeared on its leg, gushing out black blood. It collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

The disciples of the Burning Flame Sect unleashed their fire magic in an attempt to restrict the Yaksha's movements. They waved their hands, chanted incantations, and with each gesture, bursts of blazing flames flew from their palms.

Flames swirled in the air, forming a massive net of fire that enveloped the Yakshas, ​​the roar of the flames filling the entire space. However, the Yakshas were tough and resilient, and the flames couldn't immediately inflict fatal damage on them.

However, the intense heat of the flames slowed the Yakshas' movements, making them less agile and creating opportunities for other sect disciples to attack.

A disciple of the Wind Sword Sect seized the opportunity, leaping into the air and thrusting his longsword straight into the eye of a slow-moving yaksha.

The yaksha had no time to dodge; the longsword pierced through instantly, and black blood and white fluid gushed out.

Another disciple of the Mulan Sect took advantage of the moment when the two yakshas were distracted by the flames, rushed over, and slammed his heavy hammer into the back of one of the yakshas. With a crack, the yaksha's spine was broken, and it collapsed to the ground.

Disciples from different sects cooperated with each other. The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect used their agile movements and sharp sword moves to attract the attention of the Yakshas. Their figures darted among the Yakshas, ​​each sword aimed at the Yakshas' vital points.

The disciples of the Mulan Sect used their immense power to deliver fatal blows to the Yaksha, each attack carrying the force of a landslide.

The disciples of the Burning Flame Sect used fire magic to assist in the attack and restrict the movements of the Yakshas. The flames illuminated the dark corners, leaving the Yakshas nowhere to hide. After a fierce battle, everyone's clothes were soaked with sweat, and everyone's breathing became rapid and heavy.

Finally, they wiped out all the Yaksha demons on the second level. However, they paid a heavy price for this, with many disciples sustaining new wounds.

Some were grazed by spiked clubs, the wounds extending from their shoulders to their chests, blood gushing out and staining large patches of their clothes red; others were scratched by the claws of the yaksha, their flesh torn open, revealing their bare bones.

Their spiritual energy was also greatly depleted, and everyone was panting heavily, their faces pale, and they could barely stand by leaning against the wall.

"Everyone, take a short rest, bandage your injuries, and replenish your spiritual energy. Then we'll continue on our way!" Jian Qi also took a deep breath to relieve the numbness brought on by the intense battle.

After resting for more than an hour, they took a deep breath and mustered their courage to enter the third level.

The third floor was pitch black, as if it could devour all light, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

As soon as I stepped into this floor, I felt a chilling coldness rushing towards me, a coldness that pierced my bones like ice thorns.

The monsters on this floor are a group of ghostly shadow creatures that can hide in the dark and attack like phantoms, making them impossible to defend against.

The sword energy of the Wind Sword Sect disciples crisscrossed in the darkness, streaks of sword light cutting through the shadows, attempting to force out the hidden demons.

One disciple closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and, relying on his keen senses, suddenly swung his sword in one direction.

A sharp scream rang out, and a dark figure appeared. It turned out that a shadow demon that was about to launch a sneak attack had been injured by the sword energy.

The disciples of the Valley of Heartbreak, relying on their powerful senses, closed their eyes and focused their minds on sensing the movements around them.

Han Bingbing shouted loudly, "Everyone, listen to my command, to the left!"

Without hesitation, the disciples attacked to the left, successfully striking a shadowy monster that was about to launch a sneak attack. The monster let out a painful howl and revealed its form.

The disciples of the Burning Flame Sect continuously unleashed fire spells to illuminate every corner. The flames floated in the air, lighting up a small area, but the shadow monsters always managed to quickly disappear into the darkness.

A shadowy demon suddenly appeared from behind a disciple of the Burning Flame Sect, its claws as sharp as blades, slashing past in a single motion.

The disciple screamed and fell to the ground, blood gushing from his wound.

The battle was extremely difficult, and the disciples were constantly injured. Some even collapsed because they were corroded by the slime sprayed by the shadow monsters, and their bodies gradually melted into a pool of blood.

But they never gave up. With their indomitable will and the last bit of strength they had left, they supported and cooperated with each other.

Finally, in their despair, they discovered that the shadow demons were afraid of heat and cold. This time, the disciples of the Burning Flame Sect and the Heartless Valley stepped forward.

First, disciples of the Valley of Heartbreak cast ice spells to try and freeze the shadow monsters. A chilling aura spread, and the slime monsters' movements became sluggish.

Immediately afterwards, the disciples of the Burning Flame Sect unleashed powerful fire magic, turning the shadow demon into a sea of ​​fire!

After experiencing the dual effects of ice and fire, the shadow monster became extremely vulnerable and its movements were no longer as swift.

The other disciples seized the opportunity to launch an attack, using all their strength to shatter and kill the shadow monster!

After a thrilling battle, they finally defeated the monsters.

By this time, the disciples of each sect were almost all exhausted, and the wounds on their bodies were shocking to behold. Some wounds were still oozing pus and blood, mixed with green viscous fluid, making them a truly gruesome sight.

Just as everyone was calming down and recuperating, a quarrel suddenly broke out!