Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 213: They Found Us!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 394: Settling Old Scores
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 236: Heartache of the Mechagod, The Last Queen of the Vampires
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 067.1: King Arthur: Excalibur! Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3708: The Spelling of Disaster
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 11: Dry Duck vs. Dry Duck
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 212: Scrape All Of the Martial Arts Legacies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 705- King Ghost Kill
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 868 - Holy City Shaken
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 704- We do our own thing
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 755: The Cloud Ancestor
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 176 - One Against Five
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
Chapter 1439: Bottomless Pit!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"It'd be great to be the world's number one, but you need to have your life to enjoy it! It's no good! I have to retreat!"
A martial artist gnashed his teeth, struggle in his eyes and a mighty battle taking place in his heart. Finally, he reversed course, crawling upward on his hands and feet.
He sensed that if he didn't turn around now, he would truly lose his grip and die in vain.
One person turning around was like the first domino in a line, and other martial artists instantly began to turn around and reluctantly climb back up. This formed a stark contrast with that desperate struggle to be first from before.
Treasure was important, but life was even more important.
As time went on, the vast majority of the martial artists continued to descend, driven by the allure of treasure. Twelve hundred meters, fifteen hundred meters, eighteen hundred meters, two thousand meters… Several hours passed, and the lack of noise besides the sound of climbing had become rather frightening.
However, the pit continued to have no end, continued to be that bottomless abyss.
As time went on, more and more martial artists could no longer keep up and were forced to turn back.
Wang Chong was motionless, minimizing his breathing to its utmost. If one didn't look carefully, one would even think that he was a lifeless corpse.
The Turtle Breathing Art!
The unusual art he had learned from the Sindhu monks finally had a chance to display its use.
Martial artists were unable to endure in thin-air environments because their metabolisms were too powerful. But if one dropped their metabolism to the lowest possible level, one would naturally need much less air.
Thus, even if the air was thin, one could still move around normally.
This was the countermeasure Wang Chong had thought of to deal with this bottomless abyss.
"Not bad!"
On the head of the white dragon, the Demonic Emperor Old Man had been extremely worried about Wang Chong. But now that he heard how
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