The golden bride swished swiftly among palaces in the heaven. Splendid light surged over from all directions, as sharp as blades, piercing towards Ji Hao and the others along with shrill noises. Occasionally, a colorful light stream would fall in the dim golden light transformed from the golden bridge. The golden light would quake intensely, disabling Ji Hao and the others from steadying their own bodies. They would nearly fall down and roll on the golden bridge.
Gong Gong’s roars came from behind. Ten divine seals, a hundred and twenty magic talismans, and three-thousand and six-hundred magic formation flags had been drifting around him, constantly changing positions.