Impossible

People fell, sweat pouring from thier bodies as they dropped to the side like lifeless corpses.

Those who failed, and even other sect disciples gathered at the bottom as word quickly spread of the Southern Demon.

Yet, instead of feeling hatred toward this enemy of Yinxiao, many felt envy.

They felt awe and immense bewilderment even!

Sol could barely be seen now, as he had reached the 5000-step mark.

He was still walking up the steps with ease. 

Right now, no one could even see Sol as he had walked past the clouds.

However, seeing his score steadily increase without a single pause, a single delay, a single mistake... it brought a feeling of unsafety and doom over sect disciples.

It was like seeing a plague inside of your own body grow at rapid speeds without being able to do anything about it.

The safety of one's own being was consumed, just as Sol consumed the safety of those within the sect while leaving them powerless.