Above the heavenly ladder.
As soon as Xiao Yi stepped in, he immediately felt an invisible pressure fall upon him.
This pressure was so overwhelming that even with Xiao Yi's immense strength, he experienced a momentary pause, his legs feeling as if they were filled with lead.
Heavy.
Sour.
With each step forward, it was as if he was depleting all his energy.
Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, his sword-like brows furrowed: "This heavenly ladder is peculiar..."
The wolf-fanged companion being held by Xiao Yi grimaced, feeling the pressure transmitted by the heavenly ladder. He smiled wryly: "I forgot to tell you, this heavenly ladder carries the imperial pressure left by the Life Saint Emperor. Anyone ascending the ladder faces greater oppression the stronger they are, and the pressure becomes more terrifying with more people climbing it. By bringing me, you've almost triggered the ladder's strongest pressure..."
The strongest pressure.
