Another hour passed.
The black-robed figure, sweating profusely, reached the 960th step and saw Ling Feng still in place, feeling slightly relieved in his heart.
The scroll stored in the nihilistic space wasn't easy to take, and moreover, on the 999th step, every minute and second, one had to endure the incredibly terrifying soul pressure.
If it were that easy, wouldn't Queen Huanxin have already succeeded?
Time slowly ticked away.
At the last dozens of steps, the black-robed figure did not rush to ascend but began to restore his divine power; otherwise, even if he reached the final step, he wouldn't have the capital to compete with Ling Feng.
An hour!
Two hours!
...
Less than two hours remained until the test ended.
At this moment, Murong Huang, also panting heavily, reached somewhere above the 930th step, and besides him, there were also two or three scattered martial artists who had reached above the 900th step.
