Chapter 923: Are we really going to stop?
Su Yao's situation is also very difficult.
There was no trace of blood on her face and her body was slightly bent, as if she was being pressed down by an invisible mountain, with every inch of her skin under tremendous pressure.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her fingers still maintaining the gesture of hand seal, and she desperately injected spiritual power into the Phantom Spirit Umbrella, wanting to use the Phantom Spirit Umbrella to resist more pressure.
They raised their feet, wanting to step onto the stairs that seemed so close yet so far away, but they felt that the action of lifting their feet became extremely difficult.
With every rise, the pressure increased several times, as if mercilessly mocking their arrogance.
The terrifying pressure was like a surging tide, hitting their crumbling bodies wave after wave, as if to devour them completely.
"This pressure is enough to crush me." Ye Tianming gasped, his voice full of pain, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty.
Su Yao responded with difficulty: "There are only five floors left."
Her voice was trembling and weak, yet it revealed an unyielding stubbornness.
Ye Tianming also looked up.
Victory was just ahead, but the Phantom Sky Umbrella above their heads was shaking even more violently, as if telling them that it could not hold on any longer.
"continue!"
Su Yao said this in a firm voice, and then raised her foot and landed on another step.
Ye Tianming also put his feet down.
At this moment, the surrounding pressure reached an extremely terrifying level.
hum!
The Phantom Sky Umbrella made a painful buzzing sound, and the sound seemed as if it was making its last struggle.
The light on the umbrella began to become extremely unstable, flickering, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.
The runes on the umbrella ribs flashed wildly, as if trying to break free from their restraints.
Suddenly, a crisp "click" sound was heard, and a tiny crack appeared on one of the umbrella ribs.
Soon after, more cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.
"not good!"
Ye Tianming exclaimed.
Su Yao's face turned pale instantly. She tried to inject more spiritual power into the umbrella to save the situation, but it was too late.
There was only a loud "bang" sound, and the Phantom Sky Umbrella completely shattered.
Countless fragments turned into tiny points of light and dissipated in this terrifying pressure.
At that moment, Su Yao and Ye Tianming seemed to have lost their last support. The powerful pressure surged like a tide, almost suffocating them.
Ye Tianming felt as if his body was being pressed down by a huge mountain. His legs went soft and he fell to his knees.
Su Yao was also shocked by the sudden impact and bled profusely.
The two of them could hardly move, and the pressure seemed to crush them.
Even breathing became extremely difficult and painful.
The spiritual power in Ye Tianming's body was running wildly, barely offsetting the pressure that was about to crush him.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but look at the few people not far away.
I saw that the situation of the people next to me was not much better.
Duan Lingfeng's usually resolute face was now filled with pain. His body trembled constantly under the pressure. Every inch of his muscle was trying its best to resist, but he still couldn't stop himself from slowly sinking. His knees were about to touch the ground.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He clenched his teeth and tried to stand up again, but the pressure was too strong, making his efforts seem futile.
Yun Yifei's usual carefree demeanor had long since disappeared; his eyes were wide open, the veins on his forehead bulged like a dragon, his hands were clenched into fists, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl of pain.
His clothes had long been soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his body, outlining his body that was trembling slightly due to extreme exertion.
Chu Liyue’s pretty face was as pale as paper at this moment, her lips had lost their color, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of her mouth.
Her once lively eyes were now filled with despair, and her delicate body was tottering under the pressure, as if it would be crushed at the next moment.
Lin Mengqi's condition was not optimistic either. She was gasping for breath, and every breath seemed extremely difficult.
Her legs were shaking so badly that they could barely support her weight.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall and stubbornly wanted to keep moving forward.
Yun Manyao, the Saint Maiden of the Butian Palace, was even paler. Her body had been bent into a bow shape, like a bowstring that had been stretched to its limit and could break at any time.
Her hair was disheveled and stuck to her face, and blood had stained her clothes red, but she still stared at the steps in front of her, with a hint of unwillingness in her eyes.
At this moment, the space where everyone was located seemed to be solidified, and only the endless pressure was still increasing.
Everyone's heart is filled with fear and unwillingness.
There are only four steps left to the finish line, but it seems like a natural chasm that is impossible to cross.
But they were unwilling to give up just like that.
This terrifying pressure was like pressing down on their souls, causing everyone's heart to tremble.
If we take even one step forward, we will probably be crushed to pieces.
Ye Tianming raised his head with difficulty, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He wanted to shout, wanted to encourage everyone to move forward together, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.
Su Yao half-lay on the ground, breathing heavily. Her eyes gradually became blurred and her consciousness began to become a little fuzzy.
But deep down in her heart, a strong and unwilling desire supported her and prevented her from fainting.
Duan Lingfeng used up his last bit of strength, raised his trembling arms, and tried to grab the steps in front of him, but as soon as his fingers touched, they were bounced away by a powerful force.
He roared in despair: "Are we really going to stop here?"
Yun Yifei's voice was filled with helplessness: "This pressure is too terrible. I can't hold on any longer."
Lin Mengqi bit her lip, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth: "We can't give up, there are only the last four floors."
Chu Liyue's face turned pale and twisted: "I'm unwilling..."
However, hope seems so slim at this moment.
The terrifying pressure was like an invisible beast, ruthlessly devouring their will and strength.
Everyone's body is under the test of limit, as if it will completely collapse in the next second.
Time passed by minute by minute, and everyone's physical strength was rapidly draining away.
Ye Tianming felt his vision begin to blur and everything around him became unreal.
He looked embarrassed and hesitant.
He had no doubt that if he took another step forward at this moment, he would explode and die.
The miserable state of the cultivators in front was witnessed by everyone.
A shadow hangs over everyone's heart.
