After crossing the 3,000 mark, everyone was no longer relaxed. Every step seemed heavy and difficult. Their bodies were soaked with sweat, but they had no intention of cleaning. After all, they had already done their best to deal with the pressure.
Five hundred floors further ahead, Ling Yunxi and Mia could no longer bear it and were forced to stop.
"Mud?" Ling Yunxi felt a wet and hot touch with one hand, and turned her head to see that it was muddy footprints. She wanted to investigate carefully, but unfortunately the pressure was too heavy, and her head was splitting. She couldn't concentrate at all. She could only close her eyes, drink a sip of holy water, and meditate to rest.
Isabelle had taken over Jiao Ling from the beginning, sharing the pressure for the two men and bearing double the pressure. He was very tired at the moment. He lay on the jade steps without any image, holding up the little panda and sneering: "You little heartless man, we are all sweating profusely, but you are still alive and kicking. Your mother doesn't want you anymore. From now on, you will take my last name and call you Shang Ling. Come, little Shang Ling, let your mother touch your big tail."
As he spoke, he ignored the little guy's struggle and stroked its tail with a smile.
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