Lu Mingfei did not look pleased.
The vague shadow in the middle of the water had the unmistakable outline of a Dragon Kind—an elongated neck, spread membranous wings, and a slender tail. It was as large as a small mountain. He figured this was probably the boss he would be facing next.
He suddenly felt like Guan Yu in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, having to pass five gates and slay six generals before reaching the place he wanted to go.
He stopped the car, twisted open a bottle of cola, took a gulp, and waited right where he was for the massive figure to approach. Rain streamed down the windows, blurring the world outside.
But to his surprise, the dragon seemed completely uninterested in him. It rose and sank in the river a few times, then silently vanished into the depths of the rain curtain, as though it had never appeared.
Lu Mingfei stared in that direction for quite a while, his head full of question marks. Then he shook his head, stepped on the gas, and continued forward.
The Elevated Bridge was littered with Dead Servant corpses. Those half-human, half-serpent monsters had died cleanly and swiftly, as if someone had wiped them out in an instant—their wounds were neat, without even the slightest sign of struggle.
It reminded Lu Mingfei of the scene on the Sumeru Platform. The Corpse Guardians Erii had killed had also been scattered everywhere like harvested wheat.
Spirit Word: Judgment?
A thoughtful look flickered through Lu Mingfei's eyes.
After crossing the Elevated Bridge, the road ahead became rough. First came a potholed gravel track that jolted his bones nearly apart; then the path grew narrower and narrower until even the gravel disappeared, leaving only a stretch of mud. The wheels slipped as though they