As the platform ascended, the chill in Xie Tian's eyes grew more intense.
But under his "madness" disguise, no one noticed it.
A person driven to desperation, frantically fighting to the death, would only be mocked and ridiculed by the onlookers, who watched with schadenfreude.
"Almost three thousand feet!"
"Humph, still too slow! The Divine Son has already reached six thousand feet!"
"Even the most difficult Qidao platform has already reached over four thousand feet. This so-called half-life is truly unworthy of its name!"
"Hey, if it were the Lin family's prodigy, it definitely wouldn't be like this!"
"It seems this half-life must have used other means to kill our Lin family prodigy!"
...
The higher the platform ascended, the more Xie Tian's platform trembled.
This trembling indicated only one thing: unbearable pressure.
"Half-life, swallow the elixirs, continue to burn your soul!"
"Damn it, given the elixirs, you still don't put in the effort?"
