Beside Qin Fang, Xue Yi's face was flushed red. His muscles bulged, straining his tight-fitting clothes. He was practically leaning forward as he struggled to move, as if walking against a gale-force wind. Each step forward was a monumental effort.
On the other side, Fu Chen was in a similar state. His face was flushed, veins popping on his forehead. A cracking sound came from his muscles... the result of the immense pressure building up.
Qin Fang, however, walked at a steady, unhurried pace.
The large stone on his shoulders now weighed ten thousand jin!
Furthermore, the air before him felt like a mire, making it difficult to even lift his feet.
But for Qin Fang, who estimated his own physical limit to be around fifty-eight thousand jin, this was clearly nothing.
A glint in his eyes, Qin Fang considered just how much of his strength he should reveal.
But the thought was fleeting, and he quickly made a decision...
