Moreover, there are some of their 'kind' currently causing chaos at the center of the Holy Sanctuary. The Xinsas Serpentfolk from a thousand years ago could hardly distinguish the factions among these humans, not to mention whether organizations like Guilds even existed at that time was questionable.
Fang Hong turned and ran. Fortunately, they had already crossed two-thirds of the bridge, and the remaining third was not too long for them.
But just as he stepped onto the end of the bridge, something terrifying happened. Fang Hong felt as if the bridge under his feet suddenly came to life. It jerked backward fiercely, pulling out from the land not far away.
The bridge surface suddenly moved away from under his feet—
Fang Hong felt his soul almost leaving his body, but thankfully his reason remained. He shot a Flying Claw forward with his hand, which snapped onto the edge of the Central District's land with a clap, swinging him over and crashing heavily onto the ground.
