The group hesitated in their steps.
Behind them, a white torrent surged relentlessly toward them.
Trees toppled, branches and leaves fluttered around, and the thick scent of blood seemed to flow tangibly toward them.
Dong Xue trembled all over, violently grabbing the collar of Zhuang Guo beside her.
"— The rope bridge, where is the rope bridge?" Her eyes were wide open, filled with terror, "Didn't you say there would be a rope bridge here? We've run all the way here, forsaken other paths, only to see a cliff ahead—how do you expect us to escape!"
Zhuang Guo was also stunned at that moment. His somewhat rigid eyes shifted slightly, and his mouth was open, but he could not say anything.
He remembered that when he was brought here, there was still a bridge...
When exactly had this bridge... been severed?
He seemed to have foreseen the forthcoming conclusion, his whole body trembling, and fear gradually climbing up.