Taking the stairs, Su Mo quickly arrived at the second level. The second level wasn't very different from the first, its only difference was that it was slightly wider, as though it was a few kilometers wide.
Hovering in mid air, Wu Ling's projection was already waiting for him.
Swoosh!
With a jerk, Su Mo flew into the air and faced his opponent.
"Making it up to the second level, you must be a real genius for our tribe already!" spoke Wu Ling's projection, his indifferent voice carrying no sign of emotions.
Upon hearing this, Su Mo was surprised. Does this projection actually have independent thoughts?
However, he only pondered upon this for a moment before rejecting this idea. Wu Ling's projection was emotionless and his eyes carried no sign of life. It clearly did not have an independent mind. Even if it could speak, it was just some basic words before fighting.
"Cut!"