"This... this is absolutely impossible!"
"Starting from the five-hundredth step, everything changed completely. Nearly everything from the first five hundred steps has been fused into it—how can they still be moving so fast?"
"What five hundred? They've already climbed past six hundred steps, all right?"
"What?! That's impossible!"
"We walked at least three hours longer than they did, yet we've only just reached around the seven-hundred-and-thirtieth step. How did they catch up two hundred steps so quickly?"
"Madness! I'm fucking going mad!"
Zuo Tianhang and the other two roared one after another.
In truth, their endurance was still considered somewhat decent.
The people Qin Shaofeng had just passed were not merely feeling as though they were going mad—they had already gone completely mad.
They had spent several hours crossing just over a hundred steps.
Yet beneath Qin Shaofeng and Xian Xiaoying's feet, the steps seemed as simple as their own backyard, as though there was no pressure at all.
How were they supposed to accept that?
They simply could not accept it!
Especially as they watched Qin Shaofeng and Xian Xiaoying pass them by—they were truly about to lose their minds.
Yet Qin Shaofeng and Xian Xiaoying did not put their gazes in their eyes at all.
With every step forward, they swiftly chased after Zuo Tianhang's group.
The gap appeared to be more than a hundred steps.
But in reality...
Qin Shaofeng and Xian Xiaoying indeed felt the pressure growing heavier, the illusions becoming more lifelike, and the torment becoming more intense.
But so what?
The pressure was nowhere near that of the first hundred steps. The torment could not compare with the second or third hundred. The heat was inferior to the fourth hundred, and the illusions were even less capable of obstructing them in the slightest.
Even