Road to Heaven.
Wang Hao raced all the way up, charging in one breath to the ninetieth step.
In an instant, an immense pressure crashed down upon Wang Hao with the fury of a surging vast sea.
Wang Hao immediately felt the sky darken and the earth spin, as though he had seen a colossal giant standing between heaven and earth.
That scalp-numbing pressure was slowly emanating from the giant.
Wang Hao frowned and muttered, "Who was that giant just now?! Could it have been the God of Creation?!"
Little White lay limply on Wang Hao's shoulder and said weakly, "Wang Hao, This Baby Rabbit is suffering so much. The pressure here is simply too great."
Wang Hao let out a breath. "We're almost there. Just ten more steps, and we'll reach the top!"
Just then, Little Fox's urgent, silver-bell-like voice rang out. "Brother Wang Hao, you need to hurry up! The God of Slaughter is only one step away from reaching the top!"
Wang Hao looked up and saw the God of Slaughter panting heavily as he knelt on the ninety-ninth step. Success was just one step away.
The God of Slaughter turned back to Wang Hao and smiled wretchedly. "Wang Hao, even if you have three Halo Additions and can charge up ninety steps in one breath, you are destined to be a loser. Only I will be the ultimate victor."
Wang Hao curled his lip. "You sure talk a good game. It's not over yet, so how can you be so certain that you'll be the final winner?!"
"Wang Hao, your talent is unparalleled throughout the ages, but your arrogance is destined to keep you from succeeding. You are nothing but a loser!"
The God of Slaughter snorted coldly, then turned around with a resolute expression, preparing