"Screech!"
"Roar!"
All kinds of snow-white creatures and Fierce Beasts roared in every direction. More and more leaped up to attack Qin Hao.
Several times, Qin Hao narrowly escaped being struck by the snow-white creatures and Fierce Beasts.
He did not need to imagine what would happen if one hit him.
Charge!
Keep charging with everything I've got.
Qin Hao had completely forgotten what he was doing. He knew only that he had to rush forward faster. Speed was the only way to survive.
Again and again, he dodged. Again and again, he escaped danger.
He had no idea how long it had been. Just as Qin Hao grew unbearably weary, the snow-white creatures' and Fierce Beasts' shrill roars suddenly vanished without him noticing.
In their place came utter stillness, as though the snow-white creatures and Fierce Beasts had never existed.
Exhausted.
Qin Hao felt drained to the depths of his mind. Though he had yet to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation, both his Divine Body and his Divine Soul were exceptionally powerful.
Even the Celestial Pivot Daoist, a Three-Tribulation Sovereign, had fallen at Qin Hao's hands.
Yet that brief ordeal had left him so weary that he wanted to sleep. For Qin Hao, now a Half-Step Sovereign, sleep was something...
...he had left behind long ago.
"Have I finally made it?"
Qin Hao's face was pale, his eyes bloodshot red. Wearily, he raised his head toward the enormous temple doors close before him, then glanced around.
He stood right at the temple entrance.
Behind him lay the Plaza, still crowded with snow-white creatures and Fierce Beasts.
But now they seemed to have lost their target. One by one, the snow-white creatures and Fierce Beasts tucked in their heads and crouched on the ground, becoming round balls of white.
They even