Only then did the remaining people realize what was happening, each showing regret and anger. These people no longer cared about pretense, wanting to silently make a fortune by climbing up the enchanted staircase without a word.
In the face of death, the remaining people, too, became ruthless. Although their Spiritual Power and Divine Thought were confined, and even the powerful suppression from the Heaven Rank was present, they could still use the storage bags at their waists, as if someone intentionally allowed this from the shadows.
Each of them slapped their storage bags on their waists with one hand and then used various Secret Techniques in succession—either sticking a Spirit Talisman onto themselves or swallowing a Body Refinement Elixir. They dared not delay, enduring the immense pressure from the Heaven Rank as they continued climbing, step by difficult step.
On the tree outside the black Demon Shield, Zhang Xiaohao and his two companions watched this scene intently.
