After the old man broke free of the giant net's blockade, he landed directly at the bridgehead and collapsed into a blood pool.
"Elder Guo Kui, are you alright?" Everyone hurried forward to examine the White-haired Old Man.
"I just burned my own blood essence to unleash Misty Illusionary Manor's ultimate art. I have only half a life left now," the White-haired Old Man said weakly.
"I do not want the opportunity within anymore. I only hope that everyone can spare this old man's life. Misty Illusionary Manor will be endlessly grateful."
"What are you saying, Elder Guo Kui? The situation is still unclear. We are grasshoppers tied to the same rope and should stand united," the man in green robes said, shaking his head.
"That Young Man does not seem to have come over yet," the alluring woman said.
Only then did everyone look up. There had been six of them when they came, but only four remained now. Xu Zimo and the Sturdy Man had both died on the bridge.
Though the four had made it past the bridgehead, all of them were seriously injured.
The White-haired Old Man had practically lost all combat strength, while the Refined Scholar had lost half an arm.
The other two were likewise drenched in blood, and their combat strength would not amount to much anytime soon.
After crossing the bridge, everyone began to survey their surroundings.
Straight ahead stood an incomparably massive hall.
The hall was also constructed from white bones, its great gate of bones tightly shut.
Above the great gate, a savage and enormous White Bone Skull was embedded in the hall.
The three words "White Bone Hall" came into view.
"Where have we come to?" The Bewitching Woman felt her scalp crawl. She unconsciously hugged her arms and