Lin Xuan took a few more steps forward and heard a scream from behind.
A martial artist had bled too much and slipped, falling to the edge of the bridge.
The wind blew violently, almost blowing this martial artist off the bridge.
Because he had lost too much blood, he had already exhausted a lot of his strength and could not grab anything at all.
"Catch me!"
One of the martial artists beside him shouted and forced himself to grab him.
The outcome was obvious.
The two of them were already exhausted and could not grab anything at all. The others could only watch as they fell off the bridge.
The two of them were blown off the bridge and into the seemingly calm river below.
The next moment, the calm river surface actually boiled like boiling water.
"Ah!"
