All those present were not ordinary people; a hundred catties of weight meant nothing to them.
At this moment, with nine hundred meters left to the Holy City, each step taken increased the body's weight. It seemed to grow heavier the more one walked; no wonder some couldn't bear it, unable to endure the pressure, their blood vessels bursting, crushed to death by the weight.
As they approached another hundred meters, aside from Chu Hao, Emperor Bai Jiang, and the toad, the others began to sweat, some unable to hold on.
Chu Zhiyuan cursed, "Damn it! This is way too heavy."
Chu Xionghuan, leaning on his cane, also said, "Indeed, it's very heavy."
Shangu Imperial City showed apprehension; he certainly did not want to die now and said, "Let's go back. We can still enter on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."
Chu Hao said to Chu Xionghuan, "You guys go out first. I want to get a closer look."
