Ling Xuzi of the Celestial Vault Divine Country still held a firm grip on the foremost position.
His handsome, otherworldly face was as placid as a still well, as if the solitary, will-tempering celestial ladder beneath his feet was nothing more than an ordinary hill in his own backyard.
In the increasingly heavy atmosphere, this composure was particularly striking, inspiring even greater awe.
However, not everyone could maintain such transcendence.
The brawny, great-axe-wielding warrior who had charged to the front with astonishing willpower in the early stages now had beads of sweat forming on his brow.
His tightly pressed lips and slightly furrowed brow revealed the immense pressure he was under.
Every step forward was a fierce tug-of-war against the wavering of his own heart and the sense of desolation.
Blood Slaughter Barton of the Alka Empire remained firmly in the middle of the first echelon.
