Nangong Qingtian stared at the scene in disbelief.
He guessed inwardly, Could it be that Chen Mo also possesses a powerful dragon bloodline—one capable of resonating with the Azure Dragon?
"Th-This is...?"
Nangong Nan's mouth hung wide open. The blood on her face had congealed into scabs, and her voice had become extremely hoarse, as though even her throat had been injured by that terrifying pressure.
She watched the scene in shock, as if witnessing a miracle.
Chen Mo moved again.
He stepped toward the ninety-sixth stone stair.
Every centimeter his raised right leg moved required an utterly terrifying amount of strength.
As everyone watched Chen Mo raise his right leg, they involuntarily held their breath, not daring to breathe too heavily.
It was as if even one breath might cause Chen Mo to fail.
"Aaaah!" Chen Mo roared himself hoarse. Rays of light erupted from all over his body, while black-blue flames swept out and wrapped around him, borrowing the flames' force to resist the overwhelming pressure.
Soon, his right foot landed on the ninety-sixth stone stair. Covered in blood, he raised his head with difficulty. His blurred gaze fixed upon the top of the Azure Dragon Stairway, where azure light surged and the Azure Dragon wailed mournfully. Yet mournful as it was—
It seemed that an invisible Azure Dragon was coiled atop the high platform, looking down upon Chen Mo from above and emanating endless pressure.
That kind of pressure was enough to drive anyone to collapse.
Yet Chen Mo's hands could not help but slowly clench. What stood before him truly was an insurmountable mountain. That horrifying double pressure was more than even his current powerful body could withstand.
If he tried to force his way upward—
His body would only collapse.
But with only three stairs