"Don't push yourselves too hard. If you really can't manage it, wait for me at the foot of the mountain. Once this old man reaches the summit, I'll lower ropes and pull you up," Ou Zhizi said seriously as he looked at the three of them.
He feared that if he failed to make things clear, someone among them might truly die because of it.
Feng Wu's injury still left him shaken with lingering fear.
Next, everyone began preparing to climb. The moment they crossed the stone stele, they immediately felt strange changes in their bodies.
Feng Wu felt as though the injury to his soul had healed, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that it had not healed. Rather, the effects of his soul had weakened within this area.
Simply put, his reliance on his soul had diminished, while the function of his brain had been amplified instead.
"Sure enough, we can't fly, and our magical treasures can't be activated either," Ou Zhizi said in a low voice.
It was not that the magical treasures had become useless, but that their mana had been sealed away. Within this area, he could not sense mana at all, while the magical treasures seemed to have turned into scrap iron, utterly devoid of their previous spirituality.
Clearly, this stage required pure physical strength.
Hua Di was still hopping about. Only when she reached the foot of the mountain and looked up did she gaze at Feng Wu in confusion and ask, "Feng Wu, how are we supposed to climb up?"
"The rules clearly state that we can't cooperate. My method probably won't suit you," Feng Wu answered.
Then his hands became extremely sharp. His nails completely covered his fingertips, making his hands resemble claws. He drove them into the mountain, confirmed that