The extremely long bridge, formed from an immense volume of seawater, was not completely still.
Upon closer inspection,
one could see the bridge trembling ever so slightly. The seawater within it flowed slowly and ceaselessly, as though it might collapse at any moment.
Obviously,
gravity was constantly pulling at the seawater, yet a miraculous force was firmly restraining it, keeping it in the shape of a bridge.
Steward Zhang walked to the front of the bridge. After giving it a shocked and curious glance, he cautiously stepped onto its surface.
The instant his foot landed,
his boot immediately sank about a centimeter, sending rings of ripples across the watery bridge deck.
Then, a springy force came from beneath his foot, bouncing his boot upward by several millimeters, as if he had stepped on soft rubber.
This attempt
greatly boosted Steward Zhang's confidence—the water bridge could be walked on, and one would not fall into the sea with a single step.
His heart was also filled with amazement.
How incredible!
Steward Zhang soon noticed that Grand General Overseer Excellency had already walked ten meters ahead.
He hurriedly quickened his pace and jogged after him.
Behind them,
Liu Ji wore a grim expression as he walked alone across the bridge, exuding an aura that warned strangers to keep away.
The Mystic Masters sensed the hostility in the air and tacitly followed five or six meters behind, not daring to approach General Liu.
Viewed from beneath the bridge,
the people atop it were divided into three groups, keeping a certain distance from one another.
It was quite an interesting sight.
It also showed that today's matter would likely not end peacefully.
After a while,
Steward Zhang suddenly realized something.
The water bridge was five kilometers long. Even at two meters per second, how