As time passed, even with the aid of the Ancient Barbarian Pill, the difficulty mounted for the woman in purple and the woman in white as they ascended. Large beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads, soaking their clothes.
"Senior Sister, I... I can't go on," the woman in white said, her face deathly pale.
At this moment, with each other's support, they had reached the nine hundredth step of the blue stairway. The oppressive force emanating from the stairway was overwhelming, almost too much for the sisters, despite their full strength.
"Junior Sister, you must hold on no matter what! Think of Master; if you fall here, she will be heartbroken! Do you want Master to grieve over you?" the woman in purple urged quickly.
Even she, upon stepping onto the nine hundredth step, found it unbearable to withstand the immense power from the stairway.
"Senior Sister, I... I..."
