Chapter 1697: Sixteen Wings (2/2)

But now, there were genuine sixteen wings on Huang Xiaolong’s back!

The eighth pair of wings began to condense like the previous seven pairs of wings, growing bigger as time passed, stopping only after it had grown ten meters long.

The first pair of wings was a little over two meters long, the second pair of wings were close to three meters in length, the third slightly exceeded three meters, the fourth was a little over four meters, and so on...

The length of the wings increased sequentially.

Eight pairs, sixteen wings, spread out on Huang Xiaolong’s back. Between every breath Huang Xiaolong took, the world was filled with radiance, and numerous tiny angels appeared around him.

When Huang Xiaolong’s eighth pair of wings reached ten meters in length, the holy light within ‘Heaven’ gradually dimmed.

While Huang Xiaolong was absorbing the holy light energy within ‘Heaven,’ six years passed on the outside. Counting the time since Huang Xiaolong had entered the Holy Mountain, more than eleven years had gone by, almost twelve years.

At this point in time, both Shi Yinyu and Qin Huangzhong were on the Holy Mountain’s twelfth floor.

However, when the two of them entered the twelfth floor, facing their terrifying hell beasts opponents, Shi Yinyu and Qin Huangzhong could only dodge miserably. Neither of them managed to kill any hell beasts on the twelfth floor. In the end, due to time restraint, both of them could only withdraw and retreat to the eleventh floor, and rush to Holy Mountain’s exit through the entryway on the first floor.

On the other hand, Song Litao who was on the eleventh floor, Misty Palace’s He Jingyi, Dark Roc Race’s Wu Kun, Peng Zhengfei, Ji Chen, and the others also retreated from whichever floor they were on.

So did other geniuses on different floors of the Holy Mountain, they all headed to the exit on the first floor.

The various forces’ experts rubbed their hands in anticipation, looking nervous, excited, and a little worried as they waited for the geniuses of their forces to come out.

Although the hell beasts on each floor were condensed by the Holy Mountain’s power, these hell beasts’ attacks were real. From past experiences, only less than half of the genius disciples who had gone inside had survived.

It was certain that those who had failed to exit the holy Mountain, had died inside it.

“It’s our young lord, our young lord has come out!” Suddenly, one of Asura World’s Dark Yin Cult’s Ancestors shouted in joy upon seeing a square-faced young man exiting the Holy Mountain. Others of the Dark Yin Cult looked over, joyously, and hurried to the square-faced young man’s side.

The Dark Yin Cult ranked nineteenth among Asura World’s forces.

“Welcome back, Young Lord!”

The Dark Yin Cult’s group reached the square-faced young man’s side a moment later, and greeted him before asking, “Young Lord, how was it?”

The square-faced young man smiled as he replied, “Not bad, I passed till the eighth floor!”

The Dark Yin Cult’s group was delighted hearing that. After all, being able to reach until the eighth floor was considered as one of the top Asura World’s geniuses.

As various forces’ geniuses emerged from the Holy Mountain, under the Massacring Gods Gate’s great anticipation, Song Litao also flew out from the first floor entryway.

Seeing Song Litao, the Massacring Gods Gate’s experts hastened to his side with joyous expressions.

However, there was not a trace of happiness on Song Litao’s face as the group of Massacring Gods Gate’s experts crowded around him. He had boasted with absolute confidence that he would clear the twelfth floor, yet in reality, forget about the twelfth floor, he couldn’t even clear the eleventh floor. His achievement was only up to the tenth floor!

On top of that, even though he had reached all the way to the tenth floor, he had failed to collect even one holy fruit! At the thought of the holy fruit, Song Litao felt an urge to vomit blood.

The Massacring Gods Gate’s experts were happily congratulating Song Litao and wanted to ask how many floors he cleared when they noticed his ugly expression.

Song Litao’s icy gaze fell onto Desolate Giant Tai Yue’s group as he asked coldly, “That punk isn’t out yet? Have the experts from our headquarters arrived yet?”

“Young Lord, the experts from our headquarters have all arrived. The headquarters even sent an additional thirty high-level Emperor Realm experts.” Massacring Gods Gate Ancestor Lu Tianyuan replied.

“Sent an additional thirty high-level Emperor Realm experts?” Song Litao exclaimed in surprise and confusion, “Why? What’s going on?”

Ancestor Lu Tianyuan exchanged a doubtful glance with other Ancestors at the coldness coming from Song Litao. Lu Tianyuan braced himself, answering Song Litao’s question in a low voice, “Emm, that, Young Lord, that Asura noble, he passed the twelfth floor, right now, he’s in ‘Heaven!’”