Two hundred and seventy steps.
As his foot fell on this step, his figure slightly swayed.
But that was all.
He continued upward.
Two hundred and eighty steps.
His breathing began to become uneven.
Two hundred and eighty-five steps.
Every step he took, he had to pause for a moment.
This pause was not a struggle to move forward, but rather an adjustment of his own rhythm.
Two hundred and ninety steps.
His pace began to slow somewhat.
Each step required a longer adjustment of breathing and rhythm.
Two hundred and ninety-five steps.
Rumble——
As his foot fell, it seemed as if a thousand thunders roared above his head, and a terrifying spiritual pressure descended from above.
His figure swayed slightly, but his eyes became more determined.
A few breaths later.
He lifted his leg once more and stepped forward.
Rumble——
Rumble——
With each step, the pressure intensified, as if mountains and seas were overturning, as if standing on the peak of a mountain cliff.
