Yet over that tiny distance, he would never have another chance to cross it.
The cyan-glinting battle blade descended toward him. Zhan Cangyun had already collapsed onto the ground, his eyes vacant.
Every light of hope had dimmed. He no longer had any possibility of survival.
The battle blade drew closer and closer. Its edge had already slit his skin, leaving him drenched in blood.
Yet Zhan Cangyun could no longer feel it.
Outside, Shen San suddenly waved his hand, and golden light blazed between heaven and earth.
A mass of golden light abruptly landed at the far end of the Bridge of the Mortal Realm.
A beam suddenly split from the golden light and shot onto the Bridge of the Mortal Realm at an inconceivable speed. In an instant, it crossed over and reached the middle of the bridge.
"Moo Ma Hum!"
Terrifying Buddhist chants rang out from the middle of the Bridge of the Mortal Realm. Three sound sigils tore through space and came crashing over.
At that moment, the golden light dissipated. Mu Jingfeng and Ye Nian finally saw clearly—it was a group of elites.
Fanyin Temple, the Bloodshadow Fiendlands, the Jade Bloom Holy Land, as well as the Wolf Clan and the Lieyang Hou Clan, the two great Demon Race clans.
Large numbers of elites charged onto the Bridge of the Mortal Realm, heading for the Chaotic Lands.
The one who had rushed onto the Bridge of the Mortal Realm first was a young monk clad in golden kasaya robes. His features were delicate and handsome, while righteous energy radiated from him.
The Buddhist chant pierced through space and crashed down before Lin Xuan's battle blade.
"Clang!"
A ringing metallic crash erupted. Lin Xuan's battle blade had actually failed to fall, still just a hair's breadth