Sixty thousand meters!
Seventy thousand meters!
Until she reached the eighty-thousand-meter mark on the Holy Mountain, Shi Lin could no longer endure and was almost sticking to the trail.
Her eyes remained firm, but they had turned red.
Under the pressure of eighty thousand meters, her blood was boiling.
Even Chen Xuan felt uncomfortable at this moment, especially in the sea of consciousness, where his Divine Soul's face began to twist.
"Is it not possible? Is this really the end?"
Shi Lin's words were weak, but filled with unwillingness.
Reaching this position was already among the top three in Stone Race history, yet she… was not satisfied!
No one from the Stone Race had ever reached the summit of the Holy Mountain; she wanted to be the first.
This was the expectation of the Third Ancestor for her!
However… the pressure was so great that she could hardly move.
Even the Celestial Spirit Stone had been used!
"Could it… really be necessary to use it?"
