"Get back! All of you, get back!"
Hong Yu roared, continuously resisting the immense pressure as he forced his legs to move forward.
It became increasingly difficult. By the time he passed the defense of the outermost thirty thousand stars, his body was already hunched over, each step a monumental effort.
'Damn it, how can I possibly withstand so many stars? It's impossible. There's no way I can pass...' Hong Yu's mind grew increasingly chaotic and dazed as despair and frustration quietly spread through his heart.
Forty thousand stars passed...
Forty-five thousand stars passed...
SPURT!
Hong Yu spat out a mouthful of blood. His mind and consciousness had finally reached their limit. The immense pressure crushed him to the ground, rendering him immobile. His whole body trembled violently, his breath as faint as a silken thread. It seemed the weight of a single strand of hair would be enough to utterly crush and break him.
Within the Profound Celestial Tower.
