Zichuan's gaze flickered, but he remained silent.
He wanted to wait until Long Fei and Lin Daoqi were tangled in a fight before taking the opportunity to strike and kill Wang Jie.
If he couldn't kill Long Fei, killing Long Fei's brother would undoubtedly also be an achievement renowned across the martial world.
The two factions were about to clash when—
A shout came from not far away: "The Iron Chain Bridge has appeared! Quick, cross the bridge!"
The sky was dim and gray, obscuring the time.
Yet it was now midday, and the flames beneath the earth surged fiercely, heating the Blood Sea until it churned even more violently.
It bubbled and frothed, contracting rapidly toward both sides.
Now, appearing before everyone was a ten-thousand-meter-long bridge, connected by five or six thick iron chains.
Crossing this Blood Sea would lead to countless opportunities on the other side.
A group of disciples didn't hesitate; they stepped onto the bridge and rushed to the other side.
