Compared to the footsteps of the other participants, Yi Yun's faltering steps looked more arduous. He looked like he was destined to be much slower than the rest. Most of the heirs of the small tribal clans and the elites of the Tao tribal clan had come within twenty steps of the horn.
There were some who were struggling, trying their best to pass the twenty-step mark.
"This little slave actually began to move. But in such a miserable state, he can't go far." After one glance, Lian Chengyu did not take any further notice. He raised his head to look at the large desolate beast phantom image in the sky. He gritted his teeth and wiped the sweat from his brow as he carried on moving forward.
The closer they were to the Fierce Divine Tiger's horn, the greater the pressure became. For Lian Chengyu, each step became more difficult than the last.
