Actually, the two assassins were always ahead of Ling Xiao and the others; whenever Ling Xiao moved up a floor, they followed suit.
Upon reaching this ninth layer, Ling Xiao stopped, and they stopped as well.
Going higher was beyond their capabilities.
After all, even if they tried to cut corners, the puppet guardians above the tenth floor were not something they could contend with.
They didn't have as many strategies as Ling Xiao did.
The two exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other's eyes, then gritted their teeth and took out some spirit stones, each buying two jugs of Nine Yang Poison Wine.
Ling Xiao drank them all down.
The moment the Nine Yang Poison Wine entered his stomach, there was intense pain, but moments later, it turned into pure pleasure.
The sensation was truly exceptionally comfortable.
"Go buy more; I know there are at least a million low-grade spirit stones in your storage rings. Go buy ten more jugs!"
Ling Xiao said coldly.
