Before an immense stone bridge.
At that moment, Zhou Qing was propping himself up with his longsword, circulating the Qi in his body to resist the gale-force winds blowing from all directions.
Beneath the stone bridge was a sea of endless fire.
As the gales howled, every gust carried immense force.
Amidst the gales, Zhou Qing was like a small boat on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
Not long ago, after everyone had been separated, Zhou Qing had found himself on this very stone bridge.
The gales had been blowing for the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, and Zhou Qing had struggled to press forward the entire time.
But relying solely on the Qi within his body, he had tenaciously held his ground.
At the end of the bridge stood a pitch-black door—the exit.
Zhou Qing had already crossed four-fifths of the way and was not far from the exit.
"I'm going to join the Observatory! How can I fall here?"
