Xie Tian pressed forward, directly crossing two hundred zhang and then coming to a halt again.
"It's about the limit..." Mr. Xiu Yang watched intently, his delicate voice saying, "At most, another fifty zhang."
Chu Tiankuo suddenly turned his head to look at the Elder of the Heavenly Dao.
"Elder, do me a favor, please don't intervene."
The Elder of the Heavenly Dao furrowed his brow slightly, "Forcing one's way to the monument will bring harm rather than benefits."
Chu Tiankuo sighed lightly and looked back at Xie Tian, murmuring, "I have to let you give up willingly..."
"There is still one hundred and ninety-nine zhang left..."
Even Xie Tian, under the terrifying pressure of the Heavenly Dao, was in so much pain at this moment that he was sweating bullets, his soul seemed as if it was about to be crushed.
Taking two deep breaths, he hesitated no longer and took another step, moving forward with difficulty.
