Hundreds of bridges stretched across the void, with one end on the open ground outside Great Desolate City and the other beyond the lake.
More than a million experts from the various races swarmed onto the bridges. They moved at incredible speed. In just a few blinks, two-thirds of them were already on the bridges, and the fastest runners at the front had reached two-thirds of the way across the lake.
As long as they were on the bridges, they were safe. The bridges weren't collapsing and plunging into the water for no reason.
The various races of the Outer Realm starry skies were locked in fierce competition, and different species were enemies. Yet now, everyone was holding back, keeping their heads down and hurrying forward without daring to make a move.
This was the perfect opportunity to destroy the bridges and trap their rivals. But everyone knew that if they destroyed a bridge while they were on it, they wouldn't survive either.
But the ones at the very front didn't see it that way. Cold light flickered in their eyes as they planned to destroy the bridges once they were the first to reach Great Desolate City!
That way, they could not only wipe out countless enemies, but also reduce the competition for the Fountain of Life. Who knew? They might even rake in a massive amount of fortune...
They planned to destroy not only the bridge they crossed, but the bridges used by the other races as well, weakening them all!
It was easy to imagine how devastating it would be for each race if the experts on the bridges were all killed.
If the people at the front had such thoughts, those behind them could naturally think of the same thing. Once they stepped onto a bridge,