Immediately following, another hand reached upwards like an iron clamp, accurately gripping the iron frame at the end of the suspension bridge.
Creaaak—
Under the sudden pull of gravity, the suspension bridge with its remaining framework swung like an injured arm with Fang Cheng using all his strength and Ma Donghe hanging by a thread, flinging them toward the cave wall.
The wind moaned, resembling countless wailing spirits lamenting and wandering in this vast darkness.
The stench of decay was like thick ink, silently flowing and chillingly wrapping around the neck.
In this suffocating darkness, a windowpane appeared faintly, like a glimmer of dawn in the night,
In mid-flight, Fang Cheng's pupils shrank, eyes sharp as an eagle, locking onto the faintly glowing target below, silently waiting
with the suspension bridge swinging wildly, its top part flung towards the cave wall, the angle gradually approached 45°.
The moment had arrived!
