As Duan Rong pressed down his slightly raised left heel, his body trembled as if caught in a violent shiver.
He held his head with both hands, hunching his body, letting out a low, painful growl from his throat.
Taking half a step forward, he placed his right foot on the altar but slowly stepped back, and the trembling of his body gradually ceased.
Although Duan Rong hunched his body, hands clutching his head, his eyes remained clear, with no sign of pain on his face.
At the moment, his divine soul did not feel any stabbing pain.
But since he had decided not to step onto the altar, he needed to complete his act to wrap it up nicely.
Even though Duan Rong retreated to the Tier Eight stone steps, he still held his head and hunched his body, as if enduring unbearable pain.
Not far from the white line, Xiao Yu gazed intently at Duan Rong, her eyes burning with urgency.
