The immortal mist was thin enough for a figure to be seen climbing the Stairway at an unhurried pace.
Wherever he passed, the surrounding immortal mist thinned noticeably.
It was as if Qin Hao had absorbed the pressure within the mist.
Liu Dong and Cheng Feng exchanged a glance, then shook their heads with wry smiles.
"For a genius like him, there's nothing strange about his climb up the East Sun Immortal Stairway being unusual."
Liu Dong shook his head.
"Let's keep watching! Even if we wanted to stop Qin Hao, we probably couldn't reach him in time. By the time we got up there, he'd be even higher."
Cheng Feng shook his head as well. Qin Hao was moving quickly; going up to stop him in person simply wasn't realistic.
As for the immortal mist... if it was gone, it was gone. That would have little effect on the East Sun Immortal Stairway.
The Stairway's truly intense pressure came from within. Even if the mist vanished, more would keep forming.
"Damn it, damn it! ..."
Just then, a muffled cry of agony rang out. A Bull-Headed Man plummeted from the East Sun Immortal Stairway near its ten-thousandth step.
Boom! He hit the ground and sent up a great cloud of dust. When it settled, it revealed a battered figure whose aura had grown faint.
It was Barto!
"That was brutal!"
Barto grimaced, still shaken. "Once I passed ten thousand steps, the pressure shot up. I couldn't take it and fell straight off."
"Hiss..."
"If I hadn't realized something was wrong and let myself fall from the East Sun Immortal Stairway, that pressure might have torn my Divine Soul apart and killed me on the spot."
"No wonder it's the East Sun Immortal Stairway. It really is terrifying."
Grimacing, Barto