Standing beneath the northern slope and gazing at the formidable natural barrier ahead, Yang Zhenshan finally understood the saying, "One man guards the pass, ten thousand are unable to break through."
The angle of ascent up the mountain was nearly seventy degrees; the imposing pass towered atop a hundred-meter-high ridge. Let alone riding horses or driving carriages, even if a person were to climb, reaching halfway would be enough to exhaust one considerably.
Of course, that referred to ordinary people. However, even Martial Artists coming here could only obediently climb upwards unless they were Innate Martial Artists.
This was the official road. Aside from it, there were also small paths that could bypass Jianxia Pass, but those paths required traversing over cliffs and precipices. People could manage, but horses and carriages surely could not.
