Under the old man's gaze, Fang Qingze took a deep breath and stepped onto the stairs.
With each step upward, the aura radiating from that suit of armor grew a fraction more intense. This aura seemed alive, wrapping tightly around him and subjecting him to an invisible, crushing pressure.
As he continued to climb, an indescribable coercive force surged toward him like a tide, heavy as a mountain, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe.
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