Rumble...
Amid a series of thunderous crashes, the simple divine-inscription restriction bridge truly collapsed.
Sun Qiliang and the other man watched the bridge collapse, neither pleased nor saddened. After pondering for a moment, they began trying to construct other forms of divine-inscription restrictions.
The two moved with astonishing speed.
One thing after another that they could think of swiftly took shape beneath their hands.
More than half a day passed.
Yet not a single one of the divine-inscription restriction arrays they envisioned could be used.
Faced with this result, they showed no frustration from beginning to end, and their construction never paused in the slightest.
After watching for a while, the young woman and the others could not help but hesitate.
"I'm afraid the way through this place isn't so simple. There should be something else we haven't thought of," the young woman said softly.
Qin Shaofeng nodded noncommittally. He neither said she was right nor said she was wrong.
The young woman became even more puzzled.
What exactly are you thinking? Can't you just say it properly?
Chen Su, who already had experience with such things, instead asked, "Could it be like that swamp? Maybe the way through this place isn't something we create out of thin air, but something that requires a certain medium?"
Qin Shaofeng nodded lightly again, but still gave no response.
Seeing his reaction, the young woman felt anger surge within her.
She wanted to curse him out viciously.
But when she saw the pensive expression on Qin Shaofeng's face, she could not say a word.
Qin Shaofeng finally took out a sapling from his storage divine-inscription restriction. It was as tall as a person, yet thinner than a baby's arm.
The young woman and the others were all stunned.
What was he trying to