Upon the eighth tier of the celestial ladder, the two brothers, though wearied and with fading clarity of mind, clung fiercely to their unyielding willpower.
The turbulent current of their ancestral bloodlines surged within them, causing their entire beings to hemorrhage as if ensnared within a purgatory.
Unable to witness their suffering any longer, Su Ruoyu turned away, unable to bear the sight.
"Ji Mo, only one more level remains," Bai Zhan exclaimed, his breath ragged.
"Get up," Ji Mo commanded through gritted teeth, bones nearly fracturing under the pressure, his eyes ablaze with crimson intensity.
A simultaneous roar echoed from both brothers, resonating with the mythical beasts within.
Even in their tortured state, the intrinsic spirit to fight, akin to Fang Xiu's confrontation with the Grand Elder of the Wang family, remained unextinguished throughout.