CRACK... CRACK...
The moment Shen Haoran took a step down, a crisp crack echoed from his body. The terrifying pressure of the surrounding energy had snapped a rib in his chest!
Shen Haoran paid it no mind. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he pushed himself to his maximum speed. 'If I pause for even a second,' he thought, 'this pressure will crush me into pieces!'
It was a distance of thirty meters. Outside, Shen Haoran could have crossed it in the blink of an eye. But here at the bottom of the Divine Martial Blood Pool, every step was a struggle. His body was now covered in gashes, and blood spurted out instantly. Fortunately, he had just reached the bottom. In that same instant, Changmao opened its bloody maw, unleashing its Devouring Power and swallowing the two black stones.
