Just like with every floor before, Cheng Yunsu, along with Chang Yuan and his son, emerged behind Lu Chao.
At this moment, the four of them, their nerves stretched taut, gazed into the space of the seventh floor.
In the next instant, Lu Chao's expression froze.
He spoke in a low voice, "There's no one here either. No one has been here. There are no traces of auras or footprints."
That's right. It seemed no one had set foot on the seventh floor for nearly two hundred years.
The people from Red Sword City hadn't made it through.
To them, the seventh floor looked much the same as the previous ones—a dark space filled with a strange, eerie aura.
At this, the group relaxed slightly.
Chang Yuan, however, remained anxious. "Lu Chao, if the people from Red Sword City haven't entered the seventh floor, does that mean they're still trapped in the Illusion Realm?"
Lu Chao nodded, his expression grave.
