But now, blood began to seep from Chu Mo's hands and body.
It looked particularly harrowing.
The pain was indescribable; Chu Mo gritted his teeth, forcibly enduring the agony and injury brought on by the oppressive force.
Chu Mo's knees had nearly bent to ninety degrees, looking as if they were about to break.
Blood was even more rapidly spreading and oozing from the position of his knees.
"I can definitely do it, definitely!!"
Chu Mo roared madly, his body shimmering with an incomparable golden light as he struggled immensely to lift his feet and continue moving forward.
Huff…
Huff…
Huff…
Chu Mo was like those porters climbing Mount Tai, shouldering a weight of hundreds of pounds, yet still stumbling forward step by step.
Chu Mo's breathing grew heavier and heavier, looking as if he was on the brink of giving in.
It was clear to any discerning observer that Chu Mo had almost reached his end, his limit.
