Chapter 1688
Boom!
A gravity of 640,000 kilograms pressed down on Nash, causing his calf muscles to swell and his bones to crackle.
Blood oozed from his skin, and his internal organs were operating at overload, almost cracking. Nash gritted his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot, and his gums were almost crushed. The Nascent Soul within his body was completely enveloped by spiritual energy, pushing it to its utmost limit. Eric and the others were on edge, feeling their hearts in their throats. Seeing Nash step onto the ninth step, they grew even more nervous instead of feeling relieved.
Nash was now bearing a force of 640,000 kilograms. It was a force that could easily crush any Mystique Loyalty Realm cultivator.
Nash stood motionless on the ninth step. Judging from his trembling legs, it was evident that he was still struggling against the terrifying gravity.
There was still one step left to enter the eighth floor of the tower.
Although most of his body was already on the eighth floor, Nash could not even lift his head to see the interior of the tower.
He gritted his teeth, wanting to take the final step. But the 700 tons of force was pressing on him. It was as if half of Nash had solidified into concrete, making even moving his fingers difficult, let alone lifting a leg. Nash let out a hoarse roar.
The veins on his forehead and neck were bulging. Blood vessels were visible on his skin, as if they were about to burst at any moment.
As he trembled, Nash lifted his right leg into the eighth floor. Then, he pushed with all his might and lifted his left leg to successfully enter the eighth floor.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
As the gravity disappeared, Nash lay at the foot of the stairs, gasping for air.
"Holy shit! Everyone, stand up!"
Ryan was so excited he almost jumped up. "That's my friend! Whatever others can't do, he definitely can!
Jaxon slowly opened his eyes. His lips slightly parted, and he let out a sigh of relief.
Eric and the others smiled at each other.
After a moment, the tower landed on the ground, and a 90-centimeter-long white light flashed in Eric's eyes. He said to Ryan, "Ryan, there's a sword hilt ahead. Go see if it's the treasure sword Nash mentioned!"
Ryan swayed over to the window.
The outside was pitch-black, and he was unable to see anything. He channeled his spiritual energy to his eyes, and he saw a sword hit nine kilometers away. en
"It seems so. Nash said even he couldn't subdue this sword!"
Ryan's mouth was dry, his eyes blazing with excitement and worry.
If Nash could not subdue it, could he?
If he were more cautious, he would have just given up. Gemma was still waiting for him to come home!
Eric looked at Ryan and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ryan's gaze dimmed. "Even Nash couldn't subdue that sword... I'm afraid..."
"Damn, why the hell are you afraid? Think of why didn't Nash ask any of us to go? Why did he specifically choose you?
"You don't really think it's because he's close to you, so that's why he gave you this opportunity, do you?"
Eric was not afraid of Ryan's peak Mystique Loyalty Realm cultivation. He simply slapped Ryan on the butt.
Ryan took a deep breath, thinking of Nash's indomitable will just now. Then, resolute determination surged in his eyes. He leaped forward and landed in front of the sword hilt.
His broad right hand gripped the hilt, and he exerted all his strength to pull out the treasure sword.
Unexpectedly, he effortlessly pulled out the sword. Due to inertia, he even staggered and almost fell.
The blade glowed red, and an endless malevolent aura pervaded the night, devouring the darkness. Within a radius of half a kilometer centered on Ryan, the malevolent aura filled the air.
The terrifying murderous intent shrouded the crumbling tower, causing everyone inside to turn pale. They all came to the windows and looked at the burly figure standing in the blood-red world, their eyes filled with fear and dread.
Luca squinted and asked, "Who is this person? How could he also be at the peak of Mystique Loyalty Realm?"
Yvaine spoke up, "He's Nash's childhood friend, Ryan!"
Luca chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Even his childhood friend has such a talent for cultivation?"
Luca felt a sense of defeat! It was a deep sense of defeat.