Only when the body is invaded by the chill can a real gap be opened.
Every ten steps, add one point.
The man on the other side was also staring intently at Lin Chen at this moment, pen poised on paper, ready to record at any time.
Ten steps, twenty steps...
By the time he reached forty steps, Lin Chen began to slow down, each step taken with exhaustion, as if mired in a swamp, with countless threads of mud pulling him back as he tried to lift his feet.
Fifty steps, sixty steps, seventy steps...
When Lin Chen reached eighty steps, he could no longer maintain his previous calm demeanor, pursing his lips tightly, each step taken as if carrying a thousand pounds.
The chill felt like countless tiny needles, piercing deep into his marrow.
Fortunately, he could endure this pain.
Having endured so many strikes in the small dark room from the Thousand Hammer Map, he had experienced this pain many times over.
In fact, the pain from the Thousand Hammer Map was far beyond this.
