Qian Cangyi climbed up the slope. In front of him, the tall man with the mirror on his back still stood where he had just left. This scene made him hesitate because the man seemed to be waiting for him. He waited for two seconds, then the tall man began to walk forward, his pace slow, feeling heavy and sluggish with each step.
The blood-colored vortex in the mirror seemed like a mark of the finish line, and at this moment, it was full of allure.
Qian Cangyi stepped forward, and suddenly, among the human walls on either side, regardless of age or gender, everyone opened their eyes, uniform as if rehearsed beforehand. Countless gazes fell on Qian Cangyi, like sharp swords trying to pierce his courage. Qian Cangyi returned the gaze without the slightest fear.
However, after a brief exchange of gazes, the tall man in front inexplicably quickened his pace.
