Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing grabbed the suspension cables of the Iron Chain Bridge after the other four Martial Artists fell into the water, then carefully made their way across.
The massive waves and the rocks mixed within them caused neither man any harm, merely slowing them down.
When Qian Wantong saw the two approaching, his heart finally settled, and he hurried forward to greet them.
Once the two old men reached the building at the bridgehead, the churning waves across the lake quickly subsided, leaving everyone astonished. No one had expected the previously overwhelming waves to stop so abruptly. It was hard not to suspect that someone was controlling it from behind the scenes.
"Elder, we should leave the bridgehead first," Qian Wantong said as he approached Qian Ying.
Qian Ying nodded, then looked back at the calmed waves, his expression changing slightly.
"Let's go." Zhou Zixing did not look well either.
The three of them moved more than a hundred meters away from the shore, arriving at the area where the other Martial Artists had gathered.
At that moment, they heard a deep rumbling sound, seemingly even more muffled than before. Then, the dense fog that had filled the area rapidly dispersed, clearing their vision.
The lake had also returned to calm in everyone's eyes. Though it no longer glittered in the light, it was as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest ripple.
Of course, the water level had now dropped by dozens of meters, exposing a large stretch of steep cliff along the shore.
Although everyone was standing quite far away, the lake was vast enough that they could still see its surface.
Yet everyone stood there in a daze. That World Destroying display had returned to normal in such a short time, and now there