Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
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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