Everyone held their breath, quietly waiting.
Ring ring ring!
After about halfway through a stick of incense, the bell suddenly tolled.
Mingshanzi's expression changed abruptly, "Pull!"
Upon the command, several disciples immediately pulled the rope, Hidden Energy erupted underfoot, and they sprinted toward the riverbank.
But shortly after they started, their hearts sank.
The sound of the bell vanished, and the rope in their hands suddenly became slack.
Indeed, after pulling out the rope, the end was already severed.
The fractured end was rough and split, as if bitten by something, and it was covered with bloodstains.
"It was bitten by a human!"
A Daoist sniffed, stating with certainty.
Everyone's expressions turned extremely serious upon hearing this.
The dense fog not far away was like a mountain, obscuring the sky and sun, resembling a giant beast of the Barbaric lands, causing everyone to feel exceedingly oppressed.
"There's no time left."
