A few people were chatting and laughing, and soon they arrived at the stone steps in front of the mountain gate.
They looked at the stone steps, and instinctively exchanged glances.
"Let's go up and see what's going on!"
Ning Qi took the first step forward.
"Whoosh!"
As he stepped out, a fierce pressure, like countless Cold Blades, instantly rushed towards him.
"Huh? It's different, isn't it?"
Ning Qi uttered a soft exclamation, immediately sensing the difference from the pressure of the Three Thousand Waters.
The pressure here wasn't a comprehensive one.
Instead, it was transformed into sword-like attacks, relentlessly assaulting every part of a person's body.
These attacks were continuous and had similarities to the pressure of the Three Thousand Waters.
"Let me try!"
Xu Qingqiu, hearing his words, also stepped forward.
When her foot stepped onto the stone stairs, she also felt a wave of discomfort.
"How is it? Different, right!"
