He steadied his mind and continued to climb upwards.
A moment later.
Shen Yueru felt the increasingly close footsteps behind her and couldn't help but quicken her pace.
One hundred eighty-seven, one hundred eighty-eight.
When Shen Yueru reached one hundred eighty-eight, her body was struck by a strong force and disintegrated into countless red lights, drifting away.
"Junior Brother, keep it up!!" Only a few strands of her voice lingered in the air.
Jiang Ning smiled and continued to climb upwards.
He wanted to roughly gauge the level of his spiritual strength.
One hundred eighty-seven.
He took a step down.
Boom—
A roar sounded above, with overwhelming pressure like a mountain and sea crashing down, causing his body to tremble involuntarily.
After two breaths, he finally digested the pressure, and his gaze became even brighter.
Step by step, tempering over and over, he felt as though his entire body was like glass.
