Thank you to the Alliance master of "Xiao Ying Xue 'er" for her gift

Pa, pa, pa!

Step by step, qiongji advanced forward with great difficulty. The footsteps that were soaked in sweat made a crisp sound.

She was no stranger to the feeling of carrying a mountain on her back. Before this competition, she had tempered her body and soul many times with the appearance of a mountain.

The flying Immortal City would only propose such a competition after she could bear the pressure of an entire mountain and complete the journey.

Qiongji felt that it was a bit of a bully to compete with others in terms of bearing pressure with her White Tiger Imperial body.

Halfway through, the pressure was a little difficult to bear. She bent down and hunched her back, but her steps were still firm and persistent.

Thanks to the cover, his ugly appearance would not be seen by the people outside.

Thinking about it, the other xiuzhe had probably been suppressed to the point of spitting blood.