Fang Hao lay on the platform of the eleventh floor like a dead dog for a long time before he could recover from the sensation that his head was about to explode.
That Formation deduction just now was simply not something a human could do; it nearly fried his brain.
However, the harvest was truly huge!
That energy carrying the comprehension of the Star Law poured in, not only healing his injuries but also significantly deepening his understanding of things like Formations and energy circulation; he felt he would be much more formidable at setting up and breaking Formations in the future.
He climbed up and stretched his muscles and bones; his state was actually even better than before he entered, though his mind was still a bit fatigued.
He looked up at the final stretch of stairs, which were pitch black, like the mouth of a monster waiting for him to crawl inside.
"The twelfth floor... the final push."
Fang Hao licked his lips, his heart pounding like a drum.
