There were still 30 minutes left… Yi Yun looked behind him at the cultivators that had not began the trial. Including him, there were three people left. 30 minutes was more than enough time.
At that moment, many of the cultivators that had managed to cross the bridge finished their meditation. Their eyes were all gathering onto the last few people.
Momentarily, these people's faces turned bitter. They did not wish to give up, but neither did they have the courage to face the ancient desolate beast.
The few of them looked each other in the eye, hesitant to go forward. It was easy to give up, but they felt that giving up without a fight would result in a black mark in their lives. It would affect their martial hearts.
With no room left for retreat, a person cowardly went onto the bridge of light, attempting the trial.
