Time passed by the minute and second, and the thousands of people present were anxious, cold sweat flowing from their foreheads. They restrained each other, fearing this life-threatening endeavor would end up with no Holy Weapon in hand, resulting in their own demise here...
Lin Zifeng felt as though each second was a year as he watched the canyon tens of miles ahead, where the blood light gradually faded away. For a full half hour, no more blood light erupted from the gorge.
Finally—someone couldn't hold back any longer.
Such a great opportunity, if you don't seize it now, who knows whose hands the Holy Weapon will end up in?
"Great opportunity! Whoever blocks me from taking the Holy Weapon shall be my enemy!"
At this moment, a dark figure swiftly leapt into the canyon from the edge of a cliff. Seeing he was fine, others couldn't stay idle.
"Old demon, did you really think this ancient Holy Weapon would fall into your hands? You're just dreaming!"
