The Space Rift in the faint glow grew clearer and clearer; they could even smell the salty tang of the sea breeze distinctly.
But at that moment, the swamp suddenly churned like a boiling iron cauldron. Beneath every remaining battle platform, a terrifying Black Shadow rose, carrying a rotten stench as it lunged straight at the platforms.
Qin He's expression changed.
This Black Shadow was no weaker than the one they had slain before, perhaps even stronger. Pale golden spiritual light wound through its black threads—it was actually residual spiritual power from Divine Bridge Realm cultivators. Clearly, the large number of cultivators who had fallen earlier had provided nourishment for these terrifying things once more.
Even more horrifying was its pressure. The Malevolent Energy rushing toward them alone made the demonic inscriptions along the edge of the Black Shield Battle Platform ripple.
"Damn it, again!" Zhou Shan's voice trembled, yet he gripped the Mountain-Splitting Axe tightly. "We fight! If we escape, there's hope of life; if we can't, we die—and even our souls will be devoured."
Before his words had faded, the Black Shadow slammed fiercely into the battle platform.
Black threads shot up like venomous snakes and instantly wrapped around the platform's edge. The edge hissed and sizzled, corroding into dense little holes in the blink of an eye.
"Hah!"
Zhou Shan suddenly threw back his head and roared. Veins bulged across his forehead, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He pressed his palm to his brow, and a blood-red rune surfaced beneath his skin. The aura around him surged abruptly—his Late Dao Palace Realm cultivation forcibly broke through its bottleneck and reached the Early Divine Bridge Realm.
Yet his thick, short hair rapidly turned white, making it obvious that this secret art came at the