Ye Wudao was in good spirits, pushing the hefty meteoric iron gate with one hand when his expression suddenly darkened, "Damn, why can't I push it open?"
He tried several times but still couldn't move the gate an inch!
"Shit, my luck can't be this bad, right? No, that can't be right, could it be that old thief Wang Er has some ill intentions and sabotaged it?" Ye Wudao's face was full of gritted teeth.
Although he had adapted to the hundredfold gravity room, he couldn't possibly be trapped here for a lifetime.
Outside.
Several thousand martial elites had gathered outside gravity room number one, buzzing with speculation.
"It's been a whole seven days, and there's been no sign of life from the gravity room..."
"Perhaps that Ye has died?"
"Even the mighty Wang Er could only last three days; he's definitely dead!"
Just then, Jiang Gong and Wang Er arrived.
"Jiang Gong, Wang Er!" everyone present saluted.