The moment Ying Ming Hao stepped into the Gravity Trial Tower, suffocating pressure surged at him from every direction, as though toppling mountains and overturning seas.
The pressure was like an invisible mountain weighing heavily upon him. In an instant, he felt as though he carried a thousand-pound burden, and every step became agonizingly difficult.
He raised his head with some effort and looked around. Roughly a dozen people inside the tower were struggling desperately against the terrifying gravity.
Some stood while others sat, but every one of them trembled slightly, clearly enduring immense pressure.
Among them, Ying Ming Hao spotted that icy goddess-Junior Sister Ye-at once.
She sat cross-legged not far away, beads of sweat as large as beans covering her forehead. They rolled down her fair cheeks and soaked her clothes.
Drenched in sweat, her clothing had become slightly transparent, faintly outlining the graceful curves of her body.
Surprisingly, however, despite how captivating Junior Sister Ye looked, no one had the leisure to appreciate this tantalizing sight.
Everyone was wholly focused on resisting the gravity, not daring to relax for even a moment.
Ying Ming Hao clicked his tongue in wonder. Curious, he walked over and circled Junior Sister Ye a few times, carefully studying her reactions. He even reached out and poked her body.
Just as he circled around to face Junior Sister Ye, he suddenly noticed her eyelids fluttering incessantly, as though she might open her eyes at any moment.
Ying Ming Hao's heart jolted. Afraid Junior Sister Ye would discover his presence, he fled as though his soles had been greased, vanishing in a flash into an empty corner at the rear of the tower.
He quickly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and focused, beginning to resist the increasingly terrifying gravity with all his