I don't know how many days and nights have passed; Luo Qianqian's original appearance can no longer be discerned. Her entire body is enveloped in blood scabs, healing by day, cracking open by night, in a never-ending cycle.
But at this moment, Luo Qianqian has climbed to the 610th step, and every step is a struggle.
The pressure feels like it has transformed, with a dense yellow mist covering the entire staircase, making her feel as if she is walking deep under the sea.
Here, her blood doesn't scab over the ground; instead, it immediately turns into a mist, surrounding her body.
When she stepped on the 611th step, a mouthful of blood spurted out, dispersing into a mist and spreading around her.
The next moment, the scabs on her body cracked open, and she seemed unable to withstand it. She closed her eyes, falling backward, unconscious.
