Under the immense pressure, Ye Qiu took a deep breath and planted his feet apart. His Venom Martial Soul possessed him, and black, vine-like tendrils rippled around him, dispersing the pressure bearing down on him.
This was when Ye Qiu's strength truly showed.
Only now did Ye Qiu activate his Martial Soul, and he still hadn't used a single Soul Skill. He had already surpassed Xiao Wu and was still climbing.
Xiao Wu's physical strength was certainly no problem.
It was just that her Soul Power couldn't quite keep up.
Level thirty-one, level thirty-two—Ye Qiu kept climbing. Sweat poured from him like a spring as he reached thirty-three, forty-four, and forty-seven.
Ye Qiu's steps came to a halt.
His Soul Power had already been depleted to a frightening degree.
The instant he took his forty-eighth step,
his body faltered. In the next moment, he nearly went tumbling backward.
Bang!
However,
Xiao Wu, who had already climbed to the fortieth step,
was sent flying by the immense pressure, like a cannonball.
Splash—!
"Ah—glug, glug!"
Xiao Wu plunged straight into the Ring Sea, landing nearly seventy meters from the shore. It showed just how immense the pressure she'd endured had been.
A colorful, radiant glow descended.
It was the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Xiao Wu took a moment to recover, then barely managed to return to shore. Her face was deathly pale.
Zhu Zhuqing and the others clearly saw Xiao Wu's legs trembling uncontrollably. She simply sank down onto the ground and let out a long breath.
"That thing is so powerful. Sister Xiao Wu was hoping to hold on a little longer, but she got flung away before she knew it."
The women all wore solemn expressions.
They knew that none of them could do better than Xiao Wu.
Xiao