The name Ye Lan now represents the god of death.
For the next ten consecutive days, the electronic screen outside the Mysterious Island Arena kept updating the list, with batches of lower-level players being pushed up one after another. The only one who remained unchanged was Ye Lan, who was at the top of the list with the highest A level.
The results rolling in later are increasing at an astonishing rate every day, and the winning rate is 100%.
And every level she swept through was empty, and all the demons went to hell.
When she reached the 67th floor, there was no healthy flesh left on her body. Even though her damaged internal organs could be repaired with elixirs, the physical damage to her limbs could not be quickly eliminated.
With the old injuries and new ones added to them, Wu Heng had almost no idea where to start when he tried to support her.
"It's okay, it will be over soon."
Seeing him hesitate, Ye Lan reluctantly raised her hand and casually placed it on him. She slowly moved to the elevator, whispering comfortingly, "I can feel it. Perhaps the curse on me can be completely removed without even reaching the first floor."
Wu Heng's nose couldn't help but feel a little sore when he heard that. Thinking that she was the victim but had to comfort herself, he had to hold back the tears in his eyes and slowed down his movements to help the person out on the next floor.
The viewing area is located on the top floor, 188 floors.
The old man looked at the girl who was almost half dead and couldn't even walk properly, but she kept walking down without hesitation or rest for a second. The cynicism on her face had long disappeared.
He watched the girl press the button in the preparation area, stand up on the stage with wounds all over her body, fall down in the blood, and be reborn. He couldn't help but look a little dazed.
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