"Every time I died, I would cut a mark on my arm. In the end, my entire arm couldn't hold any more." Lanling said, "I climbed very slowly. Sometimes it took me a day or two to die once."
Constantine saw the dense scars and said, "So, you died hundreds of times, thousands of times?"
"Yes." Lanling said, "Therefore, the time I spent there was ten years, not a month."
Instantly, Constantine received an important piece of information.
Lanling had trained for ten years to achieve such a great improvement, not just a month.
Moreover, this improvement came at the cost of countless deaths. Even though it was a Ghost Realm World, where one would be reborn after dying, it was still death.
"What is your current skill level?" Constantine asked.
"Ten-star Demonic Warrior." Lanling said, "Over these ten years, I've broken through more than a dozen levels."
