Wu Xie, who had been taken hostage, watched as the Bronze Gate slowly opened, convinced his time was up. Instead, a mist-shrouded scene met his eyes, and a wind blew from within, so fierce he could barely keep his eyes open. Qiudekao, who had been gripping his arm, was suddenly sent flying backward. When Wu Xie looked back, he saw Qiudekao impaled on a severed limb—there was likely no saving him.
Before Wu Xie could even process what was happening, the Bronze Gate slammed shut. Behind him, Third Uncle and Fatty were fighting the Wang Zangwang that had emerged from the Bronze Coffin, along with the nine Thousand-Foot Dragons. With no time to overthink, Wu Xie whirled around and ran back to help his Third Uncle.
Baili Xi and the others stepped out from the Bronze Gate, watching as the crowd roared and attacked the empty air. Black Glasses grinned from ear to ear. "Is this what they call an invisible-prop performance?" he remarked, nodding sagely as if gaining profound new insights.
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