C1871 Test

Once again, he saw a black figure blocking in front of him. Feng Zhi's head was filled with black lines.

There were still 97 floors above this one. Would she continue to encounter 97 simple and crude shadows like this one?

Feng Zhi felt that this was most likely the case.

Thinking about it, Feng Zhi's hands still did not stop moving. Like last time, she swung her fist towards the black figure