"Oh my god!!!!"
"Freak... Freak... Freak!!!"
"Damn it!"
The six hundred cosmic martial artists on the Sumeru Celestial Ladder, and the disciples of the three major forces watching the broadcast, couldn't help but scream.
The Cosmic Monarch standing outside the giant iron gate suddenly became quiet, falling into silence.
Terrifying.
Too terrifying.
To endure such a level of injury and still ascend to the Sumeru Palace, even when the flesh was crushed into powder, leaving only the bones, but with a swirl of green light, his flesh continuously regenerated... using such extremely destructive means, he forcibly crossed the last thousand steps.
The pain involved is enough to make one shudder just by imagining it.
Yet this invincible White Hole Level cosmic martial artist showed no pain, no hesitation in his eyes, as if all the agony was unrelated to him, focusing solely on one direction, charging forward with all his might.
