"Hahaha, cursed Daoist, even if you were the Creator God, it's impossible for you to escape from this Hell Tower! Prepare to meet your miserable end within this Hell Tower! Hahaha..."
Cain's eyes brimmed with ferocity, and his golden fangs glistened under the illumination of the blood moon.
Li Qingming was not provoked into rage by Cain's malicious words. Instead, he furrowed his brow and observed the interior space of the tower closely.
According to information from his Primordial Spirit, aside from the Demon Palace entrance at the very top, the tower unbelievably had eighteen layers below. And each layer was shrouded in chaos, impenetrable to the eye.
"Judging by Cain's tone, he seems quite confident in this damn Hell Tower! It looks like to break out of this tower, one must traverse the remaining eighteen layers."