On the surface, after Fang Hong had killed those few Dragon's Claw minions to break out, he temporarily gained a chance to breathe.
But the people had only slightly loosened their breath while still feeling a heavy stone hanging in their hearts. They saw Fang Hong moving north, yet that direction was taking him farther and farther from the only way off the island—the fifth Light Bridge, with no enemies ahead but also no way back.
There lay only a vast expanse of empty pyramids and behind them a lonely, suspended cliff. Below lay thousands of feet down, the crimson Sea of Lava, reflecting the underground kingdom in a reddish hue.
More and more of the Dragon's Claw minions were flooding into this area, like a dark tide surging from all directions, encroaching this last corner, eroding it like the rising tide around an isolated land until there was only enough room to stand.
Every time Fang Hong evaded the Chasers, people would let out a soft sigh.
