Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1097 - 198:

"Dong..."

Perhaps because Yu Miaomiao's bone and muscle density far exceeds that of an ordinary person, her head falling to the ground sounded even more muffled.

As soon as it fell, it stopped, without even rolling once.

The girl died, killed by the people she personally selected.

Zhao Yi gasped, although death is common on the Zou Jiang road, seeing someone from the Dragon King family die right in front of him was still somewhat shocking.

However, is it temporarily over now?

According to the rules, since I didn't call for anyone, there's no opponent, so I should be judged victorious, having survived this crisis. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

At this moment, the woman in the black dress lowered her head, her left palm opened, and her right hand held the sword downward.

The sword's edge slowly swung, and the emerald ground beneath her feet suddenly turned into liquid.

Below her was Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi: "..."

Mr. Zhao was very anxious.

Although Yu Miaomiao was severely injured when she fought, it was evident she used some secret technique, exerting all her strength, yet she ended up like a slaughtered pig, being cut into pieces.

My current state is far worse than Yu Miaomiao's, and if the woman above were to come down, I'd certainly have no chance of survival.

Next moment, the woman flicked her sword tip, and a splash of green liquid flew up, landing in her palm.

She applied this liquid to her wounded face.

The skin on her face, peeled off by cat claws, began to squirm and soon fully recovered.

She returned to her original appearance, sitting on the couch on the eleventh floor, appearing ethereal and unworldly.

With a flick of her fingertips, a bell that was next to Yu Miaomiao's corpse flew back into her hand, caught by its string.

Zhao Yi sighed in relief.

Thankfully, the woman was not coming down to kill me; she just wanted to touch up her appearance.

Zhao Yi looked down at the young man below him.

The young man also looked up at him.

Zhao Yi stroked his heart and mouthed:

"That was really scary just now."

Li Zhiyuan shook his head.

Zhao Yi's eyes widened, understanding the meaning of the gesture: he had been relieved too early.

"Click..."

The sound of three large doors opening resonated simultaneously from three underground floors.

"Buzz!"

The bell rang again at this moment.

The tower door, which had just opened a finger's-width gap, halted.

This width was clearly insufficient for the three of them to return inside the tower.

The face on the top floor of the tower revealed a smile, although the appearance varied to different people, the smile was real, no longer silent like a deceased.

Li Zhiyuan couldn't see his smile, because to the youth, he didn't have a face.

But the emotions he wanted to express were captured by Li Zhiyuan.

What are you smiling at?

Trying to create a sense that you fully control this place, with our fates entirely in your hands?

Earlier, when descending the stairs, Li Zhiyuan mentioned to Zhao Yi a metaphor about flipping a coin.

In fact, many events and situations in the world, when you have no choice but to face them, can be decided with a coin.

The Array here is the most powerful, exquisite, and perfect Array Li Zhiyuan has ever seen, without exception.

With his current level of proficiency in Arrays, he can only do some minor tricks, never truly thinking of breaking it, because it's simply impossible.

The grandeur of its construction, the sediment of time, even the will of those who died here have been incorporated into this Array, including those powerful Xuanmen deceased inside the tower.

The designer of this Array never intended to control it, therefore, leaving no loopholes or backdoors for anyone to exploit.

Yet the one on the top floor now caused the tower's door, which should have opened, to pause.

Two sides of a coin—heads, he's so powerful he can easily alter the rules here; tails, he's forcibly breaking the rules.

If it's heads, I might as well completely give up resisting.

Therefore, if I still want to struggle and fight a little, then this coin can only be tails.

"Ding ding dong..."

The bell in the hand of the woman in the black dress sounded.

Though Li Zhiyuan couldn't hear the bell due to the wall's obstruction, he could see the bell's swing because she was grasping the string.

The youth felt that it shouldn't be only the bell in her hand making noise.

Indeed, from the second to the eleventh floor, all the bells hanging in front of the dead inside the tower shook and sounded.

But all this noise was isolated by the tower, yet fell clearly into the ears of the person on the top floor.

That person sighed, turned, and faced the large clock.

The clock was covered in dense blood-red patterns, inside it gathered Life Charts and fortune.

These were offered over so many years, countless people either voluntarily or forcibly sacrificed.

Originally, only two strokes were left to completely refill this clock, now just one stroke is needed.

The prophecy on the mural in the basement initially could succeed, but it's one stroke short; if completed, then it's a choice of one in three, and the last surviving fortunate one can ring this ascension bell.

Now, there's a problem.

One in three, eliminating two; but only one died, still one is missing.

So he can only forcibly intervene to make it up.

The turmoil inside the tower continued.

When the Faceless Man shook the bell again, the unrest grew more intense.

Especially on the eleventh floor, the elderly in Daoist robes had his horsetail whisk move automatically without wind.

The crane-haired book reader reclining on the opposite couch showed a slight tremor in his fingertips; his anger was certainly greater because his book was stolen.