As Zhang Yu silently conserved his strength and energy, a wave of gasps erupted from the competition arena.
In the live broadcast room, Gang Shan looked at the number "10,000 kilograms" displayed on the Sky Pillar and exclaimed in surprise, "Are they really challenging such a heavy weight in the second round?"
On the stage, Xiong Wenwu slowly ascended, his eyes fixed on the Sky Pillar above him, which was gradually descending.
It felt as if the sky itself was collapsing toward him.
In the next moment, his bear-like palms slammed fiercely against the descending Sky Pillar.
With a loud bang, Xiong Wenwu's muscles tensed, veins bulging, and blood seeped from his clenched teeth.
Despite his immense effort, the Sky Pillar showed no sign of stopping its descent, inching closer and closer, threatening to crush him completely.
But then, with a deafening roar that seemed to echo like a dragon's cry, Xiong Wenwu's body erupted in a mist of blood.
Black dragon scales, like stretched fabric, split open, revealing bloody gashes.
It was clear that his flesh and scales couldn't withstand the overwhelming force, and his muscles, expanding violently, tore through his skin.
As the blood mist spread, the descending Sky Pillar gradually came to a halt.