The avalanche on the slope was no longer sliding down, but rushing like a stampede of thousands of horses. Massive amounts of snow were continuously pressing down, just like a landslide. There was no way to get through except to face the avalanche head-on.
The third corridor's test was completely different from the second one. It only tested pure strength and didn't give anyone a chance to be clever.
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The avalanche was controlled by a strange force, continuously rushing down from the top of the mountain. Once it reached the foot of the mountain, it quickly disappeared and then started again.
The three great saints, Dou Ji, Ying Yan, and Long Ling, were at the very front, getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain. The ordinary saints hadn't even reached the waist of the mountain, they were as slow as turtles.
The other saintly demon barbarians were climbing even slower. They were slowly grinding their way up, hoping to reach the top of the mountain by exhausting their vitality, strength, and will.
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