Wang Lin waved his right hand and the flying sword flew toward him. He carefully guided the flying sword into his bag of holding before relaxing. He didn’t want to be cut by the sword he had refined and die from the poison.
After putting the flying sword away, Wang Lin stood up and walked toward the stone bridge without any hesitation. The tornados howled as they quickly followed him.
Wang Lin carefully moved forward. Although this bridge looked normal, the scene changed and the bridge became 1000 feet long the moment he stepped on it.
A vortex appeared on the other side of the bridge.
Wang Lin’s eyes sparkled. He pondered for a bit before reaching out with his hand. A small creature flew out and landed on his palm. He threw the small creature and it shot out like an arrow toward the vortex.
However, after the small creature only flew 100 feet, a bolt of purple lightning accurately landed on the small creature and turned it to dust.