The Foundation Establishment Cultivator singled out by the Purple Demon shuddered. He crept timidly to the edge of the floating stone bridge, staring at the churning, molten lava below, too afraid to set foot on it.
'If I fall, I'm dead for sure!'
His hesitation greatly displeased the Purple Demon. His eyes, like a viper's, glinted with a cold light, sending a chill down the Foundation Establishment Cultivator's spine and making his hair stand on end.
He dared not step onto the floating stone bridge, but he also dared not refuse the Purple Demon's command. Caught in a dilemma, he could only turn a pleading gaze to Heifeng.
Seeing the pleading look in his brother's eyes, Heifeng had no choice but to bite the bullet and approach the Purple Demon. "Elder Zi," he said, "this stone bridge... it's not dangerous, is it?"
The Purple Demon shot him a cold glance. "Enough nonsense. Do as I command. If you waste any more time, how many heads do you have to offer in apology?"
