There were only a few people scattered within the thirty-meter radius of the white jade stairs. They were all heaven-stage martial warriors.
Further back at the sixty-meter radius were cosmos-stage martial warriors, about dozens of them.
Some of them couldn't imagine how Wang Teng was hanging on. He was just a planetary-stage martial warrior, yet he could withstand the overwhelming pressure and make it seem like he was doing it with ease. He was still walking up the stairs step by step.
The most important thing was that they were feeling the disturbance in their spirits. If they didn't step back, their spirit would be affected by the murmurs and descend into chaos.
This was absolutely fatal to most martial warriors. If one's spirit collapsed, no matter how strong the martial warrior's body was, it would be just an empty shell.
