Sinister Wind Pearl

Bang!

As Duan Tianlei's raised foot landed on the ground, his mouth twitched involuntarily. Looking at the ninth stone stele right in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a hint of powerlessness.

Not long ago, everyone had found Shi Feiyu disappearing here with a flicker of metallic light. They hurriedly rushed over one by one. However, when they tried to approach the ninth stone stele, they found that the more vigorous the person's vitality, the greater the pressure they had to endure.

The Stele of Ninefold Samsara was obviously unique. The previous eight stone steles only tested their cultivation, but under the ninth stone stele, they had to experience the transformation between life and death.

For someone like Duan Tianlei, robust and vigorous, the pressure he needed to endure had reached a terrifying level. The oppressive force, like ten thousand pounds, turned his complexion pale, and his legs trembled as if he could fall at any moment.