Sky-reaching Peak becomes increasingly difficult to ascend the further one climbs.
Upon reaching about a hundred yards from the summit, everyone's pace inevitably slowed down due to the unimaginable, immense pressure, making each finger movement extremely difficult.
At this moment, Zhao Letian finally caught up to Wanyan Zheng, one of the top ten sons.
Previously, those with less pressure and higher cultivation had a certain advantage, but the higher one climbed, the more one had to rely on willpower, especially in this last hundred yards, where those with a stronger Martial Arts Heart climbed faster.
"Kid, making it here means you've tried your hardest, but you must be nearly out of energy by now. This last hundred yards isn't a game you're qualified to compete in."
Wanyan Zheng looked at Zhao Letian, who was now level with him, and said disdainfully with a furrowed brow.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! …"
