"I can't go on!"
At the fifty-thousand-meter mark of the Holy Mountain, Zhang Qiu felt he had reached his limit.
If he continued to use the Blood Burning Stone, it would truly affect the future formation of the Crystal Stone.
"This is it!"
Even if he were part of the Royal Family, this was already the pinnacle, he should be satisfied.
"Alright!"
The woman finally felt relieved.
"Let's go!"
Zhang Qiu took the woman's hand and left the small path, heading towards the largest cave in the mountain.
Three days later!
At the peak of the Holy Mountain, Chen Xuan casually threw Shi Lin, who was as lifeless as a dead dog, to the side.
Along the way, of course, Chen Xuan didn't help her bear all the pressure of the Holy Mountain.
Moreover, since the Crystal Stone was sealed by him, the pressure she endured was almost crushing her.
At this moment, her eyes were glazed over, and she was muttering something continuously.
