Behind him, uncle Ling's tightly clenched hands were trembling from his excessive nervousness. Even Meng Zheng's grip on the handle of his knife had subconsciously loosened, clenched, loosened, and clenched.
Ling Fenghua and Dongfang Chenqing were also holding their swords tightly. Although they still looked calm, their palms were already drenched in sweat.
Finally, Ling Chuxi stepped onto the second level of the myriad calamity stairs.
The entire world seemed to have stopped at this moment, and everyone's hearts seemed to have stopped beating.
Just as everyone was so nervous that they found it hard to breathe, an unbelievable scene happened.
Ling Chuxi did not stop and took another step, stepping onto the third step of the myriad calamity stairs.
"W-what's going on?" Dongfang Chenqing rubbed his eyes. Was he hallucinating because he was too worried?
