The summit was only fifty feet away.
Chen Ji dashed madly towards the mountain top, the oppressive presence of the Centurion kept him from daring to look back.
Dozens of the Five Mad Soldiers pursued him, and the flames dancing in the wilderness seemed to merge into a sea that threatened to engulf him, to burn him to ashes.
Chen Ji could hear his own heavy breathing, the thunderous pounding of his heart, and the mountain wind swirling in his ears.
In the next moment, his view suddenly widened. The distant mountains and the sky were laid bare before him.
For a climber, the moment of reaching the summit is an unparalleled sense of achievement and conquest, accompanied by joy.
But there was no joy in Chen Ji's heart.
He looked around blankly, the flat expanse at the top of Incense Burner Peak was about fifty meters square, paved with large stones like the foundation of a palace, who could have had such great strength to bring these stones up?
