Of course, there were some individuals with lesser resilience who got eliminated at this stage.
Because after reaching the nineties, each step taken felt like passing through the Ghost Gate Pass. The terrifying gravity could crush a person until their blood vessels burst.
"Miss Dongxue, shall we make a small bet?" Han Sheng said with a smile, looking towards Dongxue.
He had been carefully scheming, not hesitating to lower his status to please Dongxue, this little Sword Slave, with a very profound motive. It's all for the master behind her.
"Bet on what?" Dongxue raised her head, proudly watching Chu Feng, who was climbing the ladder.
"On whether that kid can make it to the top! As for the wager, you decide, preferably a Spirit Stone!" Han Sheng spoke very casually. His confidence was solid.
For Outer Disciples, and even for protectors and Elders, Silver Taels are the main currency. It's closer to the way common folk live.
