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Although the ghoul really wanted to seize the Netherworld Sword, as it advanced step by step with great difficulty, it discovered that the wild suction force from the stone bridge had already pulled its body downwards and its knees were beginning to bend!

Furthermore, the dark green light in front of him was becoming brighter and brighter, and the death sword from the Netherworld Sword was becoming stronger and stronger.

This was a combination of physical and mental attacks. Even if it was a ghoul, it could not withstand this kind of pressure. However, Luo Ling, who was at the front, continued to advance forward step by step!

This was because Luo Ling practiced the Nether Enlightenment Art and his temperament was extremely brutal. While he could withstand the terrifying pressure and aura of death, he was still weaker than a ghoul.

In terms of temperament, he was also ruthless, but he was not as crazy as Luo Ling. In terms of cultivation, he had trained in the Art of the Netherworld for a long time, but he was not as profound as Luo Ling.

Although it was hard to tell the difference between the two, when faced with true pressure, the gap was fully revealed!

With his current speed, he was completely unable to keep up with Luo Ling. Although he wanted to follow up, his strength was insufficient. Evidently, he would not be able to obtain the Netherworld Sword this time!

"Damn it!"

He wanted to stop Luo Ling, but his whole body was unable to obey his will and was crazily sinking down. If he did not hold his breath, he would have stuck himself to the ground in the next moment.

If Luo Ling obtained the Netherworld Sword, then he would only end up with death. But now, he had no choice but to accept this kind of death!

However, at this time, he finally heard heavy footsteps slowly approaching from behind him.

The ghoul turned its head with difficulty, only to discover that Mingyu was slightly bending her waist as she walked over, one step at a time!

So fast?

This question arose in the ghoul's heart. Its mind had already collapsed, and even if it were able to move forward, it wouldn't be able to take more than a few steps. It knew that it was impossible for it to succeed, so it simply stood still and observed Ming Yu.

Mingyu's expression was cold as she stepped forward. She was only three meters away from the bandit!

The people behind Ming Yu all saw this scene. Originally they were full of confidence and wildly wanted to obtain the Netherworld Sword, but upon walking onto this terrifying and attractive stone bridge, they realized how naive their fantasies were.

Normally, they were all part of the strong, but once they reached the stone bridge, they began to realize how insignificant they were. It was only with their abilities that they realized that they were truly unable to complete this short and, in reality, incredibly long road of the stone bridge!

However, they had witnessed the process of Ming Yu walking step by step towards the depths of the stone bridge!

Who would have thought that Ming Yu would be the first to arrive? He came to the side of the ghoul, causing the twenty or so people behind him to be astonished.

Could it be that this youth was able to surpass ghouls?

Everyone stared at Ming Yu, and the ghost eater also looked at Ming Yu without blinking. This youth who seemed to have many strange methods actually relied on his own will to reach this step, and even surpass him?

Ming Yu did not even glance at the ghost. His eyes were filled with a dark green light. In his heart, there was an extremely strong determination!

Under everyone's watchful gaze, Ming Yu passed the ghoul and continued walking forward.

He actually really did surpass me!

Soon, he told himself not to get too excited. It was very likely that Ming Yu was only at the end of her tether. If he continued to persevere for a few more steps, he would collapse from the terrifying pressure.

However, he was wrong, because Ming Yu was still moving forward at a uniform speed, gradually increasing the distance between them.

When they saw this scene in front of them, they too felt astonished.

Originally, in everyone's eyes, the ghoul was the size of a small mountain, and its strength was immense. It gave off a heavy feeling, and its body was filled with an intense demonic aura. It was definitely able to go on for a long distance.

However, although Ming Yu did not seem to have any ice-cold aura on him, under the terrifying suction force and the Sword Qi of Death, he surpassed the ghouls!

In truth, Ming Yu did not seem to have that murderous intent, not because he did not have it, but because he had completely hidden this aura, not leaking a single bit. This way, his will would become even deeper and more condensed, and he would be able to better withstand the immense pressure!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ming Yu had already crossed half of the stone bridge. At this time, Luo Ling was treading on the final third of the bridge with great difficulty.

At this point, Ming Yu felt his entire body becoming heavier, all the muscles in his body tensed up, his knees couldn't help but bend, and he almost fell to the ground!

However, Ming Yu could not give up. His blood boiled and began to boil. Because the speed of his blood was faster, the color of his blood became bright. Even the surface of Ming Yu's skin began to flush with a crimson color.

In that instant, Ming Yu's strength increased from the strength of 6400 lions to close to 7,000 lions! Ming Yu's waist, which was bent by an extremely strong suction force, suddenly straightened at this moment. She continued to walk forward, one step at a time.

Although Ming Yu's speed was not fast, everyone could clearly see that he was closing in on Luo Ling step by step.

Similarly, only after reaching this last third of the way would one be able to experience how terrifying the pressure was.

Not to mention how heavy the crazy suction force from the stone bridge was, even the resplendent dark green death sword from the high platform in front was becoming increasingly powerful. The dazzling light was like needles stabbing into the brain, seemingly wanting to pierce through one's soul and shatter it!

Moreover, this kind of death sword qi made one's soul feel cold, as if their soul would be frozen at any time!

Luo Ling was crazily suffering from the impact three meters away from Ming Yu. His deep purple eyes revealed traces of pain. However, Luo Ling was still persisting on his way.

"Are you going to reach this stage as well? But, the person who got the Netherworld Sword in the end was me." Luo Ling looked at Ming Yu coldly and continued to walk forward.

Ming Yu didn't say anything, only advancing forward step by step.

The two of them were like two snails as they slowly walked on the last three hundred meters of the stone bridge. Although their speed was extremely slow, with every step they took, they had to withstand an even crazier pressure. This was definitely not something an ordinary person could do.

They were two hundred meters away from the platform … 150 meters … One hundred meters …

Ninety meters … Eighty meters … Seventy meters …

Until the end, there was still a distance of ten meters left!

In everyone's eyes, the two figures had already become two small dots. It looked like they were about to reach the platform, but … The crowd, however, discovered that the two of them were actually on the same parallel line. They stopped moving and didn't advance a single inch.

"Why didn't they go any further? With only ten meters left, we will be able to reach the finish line! " Someone asked in confusion.

However, there was someone who shook his head and muttered, "Although it is only a simple ten meters, but I'm afraid walking past this ten meters is even harder than walking out of the nine hundred meter radius … "Looking at their appearances, it's really hard to imagine what kind of frightening pressure they are enduring …"

Indeed, at this moment, Ming Yu and Luo Ling were enduring an incomparably terrifying pressure!

Both of them could not help but tremble. If they were not careful, it was very possible that they would fall to the ground.

At this time, Luo Ling's face had already turned extremely ugly, and sweat began to appear on his forehead.

It was obvious that the Netherworld Sword was right in front of him, easily obtainable, but even with the short distance of ten meters, it was like a huge chasm, separating him from the Netherworld Sword.

Ah!

He tried to take a step forward, but after taking just a tiny step, he did not dare to make the slightest bit of movement. This was because he could completely sense that if he dared to take another step forward, his entire body would be firmly stuck on the ground!

In fact, what Luo Ling felt was also what Ming Yu was truly feeling.

After using the Burning Blood, Ming Yu's power had also reached close to the strength of seven thousand lions, which was about the same as Luo Ling's. Therefore, in order to cross these short ten meters, it was no longer a physical fight, but a willpower resistance!

Mingyu clenched his fists tightly, clenched his teeth, and abruptly took a step forward. "Dong!" His heavy feet firmly pressed against the ground, but he took a step forward!

"How could you …"

Luo Ling, who was standing at the side, stared with wide eyes. How could he have thought that Mingyu would take another step forward?

Although this was only a short step, he was still able to compete with Luo Ling!

Originally, Luo Ling thought that he was invincible and unparalleled under the onslaught of the Death Soul Spear, even Ming Yu was only mediocre. If he wasn't on the stone platform earlier, he would have been able to kill Ming Yu.

But now, Ming Yu didn't use any techniques. Without any fancy tricks, he used his own body, his own spiritual will, and forcefully withstood this sort of terrifying pressure.

"Enough is enough. If you go any further, before you even take three steps, all the bones in your body will be broken!" Luo Ling shouted at Ming Yu with a flushed face.

But Ming Yu didn't even pay attention to him. In the last ten breaths of time, he would take one step, and after 30 breaths of time, he would take three steps! However, he did not fall!

This was like a resounding slap in the face to Luo Ling!

No...

Luo Ling felt as if his heart was struck by a heavy hammer and his eyes were filled with intense hatred.

He hadn't even taken one more step, so how could Ming Yu take three full steps?!

"If you take one more step, I will definitely make you suffer a fate worse than death." Luo Ling's expression was extremely cold as he gave his command.