Not until the three members of the Demon Tribe had completely left the Bone Bridge and disappeared from view did Liang Hui retract his gaze.
The coldness in his eyes subsided.
If it had been any other time, he would have struck at the first opportunity, killing the three demons instead of allowing them to leave in peace.
Sigh~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air and stepped forward, continuing his comprehension.
Step by step he moved, day after day passed, and one by one, beings passed by his side, heading to the end of the bridge to compete for treasures.
Meanwhile, in this secluded place, he alone rapidly completed his transformation.
Forty years!
After forty years, a slender figure stepped onto the bridge and arrived at its end.
There lay a boundless continent, charred, torn, and blood-stained as far as the eye could see, bearing the scars of a great battle.
"The fight was fierce."
The youth chuckled lowly, his mouth curling with recklessness.
