Layers of pressure pressed down on Ye Kang from every direction, like cotton soaking up water, squeezing him mercilessly.
An ordinary Nirvana Martial Artist with a physical body would have been crushed until his body collapsed by the time he reached this point. But Ye Kang merely flexed his muscles, blood qi surging through his sinews and bones as he pushed his potential to its utmost.
In this state, body tempering was highly effective. Ye Kang could feel his Physical Strength growing with every passing moment, and he had yet to reach his limit.
Farther still: one foot, two feet, twenty feet, fifty feet!
Under everyone's stunned gaze, Ye Kang relied on his Demon Physique to force his way to three hundred feet!
An unprecedented feat!
At this distance, everyone else could only gaze at him from afar. Even Wu Jiuyuan, who had come closest to catching up, had only just reached four hundred and fifty feet. He was already at his limit and could advance no farther.
Only then did Ye Kang slowly raise his head and gaze at the Martial Emperor Corpse, so close he could almost touch it.
Three hundred feet was more or less his limit. No matter how hard he struggled, he would only advance a few more feet, at enormous risk and with little to gain.
The sinews, bones, and flesh throughout his body were stretched to their absolute limits. There was no doubt that if Ye Kang released all his strength in a single punch, he could blast the body of a Late Nirvana Martial Artist to pieces.
"Then it's time to begin comprehending."
Ye Kang sat down where he was. His Primordial Spirit stirred, making contact with the dense Dao Mark aura around him.
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