"Phew."
Fat Dragon let out a sigh of relief. "I knew Brother Qiu would definitely have a way. How do we test it?"
"Wait a moment."
Chen Qiu said nothing. He merely continued lowering his head to study the patterns on the ground. Those patterns had no discernible order, no structure, conveyed no information whatsoever, and were not even aesthetically pleasing. They looked like random lines. At any rate, he could not make out any information from them.
A small number of people still remained where they were, watching him. Clearly, they had chosen to place their hopes on Chen Qiu. Though time was running short, Chen Qiu was still here, so what was there to fear? They would wait and see whether Chen Qiu could find a way to clear the stage.
These people were also staring at the patterns on the ground, trying to discern some information from them, though more often than not, their eyes remained fixed on Chen Qiu.
"Boom!!!"
Just then—
With the sudden roar of heavenly thunder, a bolt several yards thick descended from the sky and sent another unlucky person on their way. That bolt from a clear sky boomed in the hearts of every survivor.
One young woman, overwhelmed by fear and unable to bear the pressure of walking on a knife's edge, immediately chose to jump back onto the plaza and stop climbing. She would rather wait for time to run out and be annihilated in the Void than endure this psychological torment.
The pressure of death was a very strange thing.
When faced with intense pressure of death, many people chose to actively embrace death, hoping to shorten this period of torment. People feared death, and when it came, they would use every means possible to delay it. Yet quite