Xue Ming opened his eyes in surprise, "Why are you so slow?"
He had thought Xu Yang would have surpassed them by now.
Xu Yang gave a helpless smile; after all, he'd been delayed in the valley for quite a while.
"What's going on here?"
"Feel for yourself."
Xu Yang, thoughtful, slowly walked to where Xue Ming was standing, and instantly his body trembled. He looked up, a touch of shock on his face.
"Such powerful oppression."
"We're already past the mountainside; the pressure at the summit increases exponentially. Even with the peak strength of Second Grade Immortal Weapon, you can only barely push forward a bit more."
"Can Sutian, Mr. Shi, Saint Monarch Nantian, and the others have already gone ahead."
Xu Yang nodded slightly, sweeping his gaze around.
With so many gathered here, there was no need to state their purpose.
First, cultivate for a while. Once their strength is raised, then continue up.
