Dusk, Hai Hour.
Majestic West Pole Mountain pierced the sea of clouds, as though an immortal had casually splashed it with crimson, setting the ancient, unmelting snow shimmering like a river of stars. The scenery was exquisite.
Ren Ye stood about five li from the Great Dao Bridge, facing the drifting mountain frost and snow as he gazed into the distance.
The Heavenly Dao's rules had been clear: anyone wishing to enter West Pole Mountain had to cross the Great Dao Bridge.
But now, divine light surged and auras churned over the bridge, which stretched some ten li long.
Little Bad King extended his perception slightly and judged that at least six or seven Supernatural Ability Users were fighting on the bridge, and that they were certainly fighting to the death without holding anything back.
Had some Supernatural Ability Users met here, each seen the others as walking treasure chests, and failed to suppress their killing intent?
Damn, wasn't it a little early to start fighting for their lives?
Master and disciple stood watching from a small hill. Only after about half an incense stick did the Divine Rainbow light on the Great Dao Bridge disperse and the auras settle.
After reaching third grade, Ren Ye had undergone a very clear qualitative transformation in his Divine Sense Perception, eyesight, and experience fighting others. Yet as he watched just now, he had only sensed the violent, churning supernatural auras on the Great Dao Bridge, without glimpsing the actual fighting...
There was probably a powerful Grand Formation on the bridge, blocking outside observation.
Whoosh!
After the commotion on the bridge vanished, a familiar aura came racing back from the distance.
Ren Ye stepped forward to meet him and asked through voice transmission, "Brother Feng, what's happening up ahead...?"
"Damn it, a man