The sudden downpour was particularly fierce at the moment; in the midst of the storm, the suspension bridge resembled a small boat that could be flipped by the waves at any time.
Su Ming'an stepped onto the wooden planks and rushed forward quickly, the raindrops striking his face and blurring his vision.
The cliffs at both ends were about two hundred meters apart—a dangerous distance, but one he covered swiftly, and in a short while, he had quickly crossed to the opposite bank.
After setting down Dong Xue and Suzune, he took out his sword, crouched down, and observed the construction of the suspension bridge.
The suspension bridge hung on several thin wires, with a wooden surface made from thin planks that seemed ready to collapse in the wind and rain.
He observed it for a moment and felt that his idea might be feasible.
He wanted to create a trap here, to kill those white creatures.
