Regardless of the pain of having his legs peeled and boned, he trudged across the river.

I used to wonder why people in TV dramas became very weak when they were injured. It wasn’t until I experienced it myself that I realized that it was not something that could be tolerated at all.

The pain and loss of blood were taking away my consciousness in seconds.

Every step I took was like experiencing a reincarnation between life and death. I could hardly get through the cloth in my hand.

Finally I had walked half the width of the river.

At this time, I felt someone grab my collar from behind and lift me up. When I looked back, I saw Monk Luoque standing on the cloth floating in the water, with a rope tied around his waist, and two fat men on the other end.

The three of them struggled to hold on to Que.

"Amitabha, the donor has worked hard. The monk will help you with the remaining half." As he spoke, the muscles on his body suddenly swelled like inflated balloons.

He lifted me up and threw me like a javelin.

I thought I should be like that Buddhist bead, falling down after flying very far.

Unexpectedly, this time I ignored the suction of the weak water and was thrown directly to the other side.

After doing a backflip, he returned to the other side.

I sat on the ground, enduring the pain, waiting for the skin on my legs to regenerate.

After a while, the dead skin faded away and new muscles grew back.

Next, we followed the established plan and laid out a carpet on the weak water along both sides of the bank.

The strange thing is that everything else will sink under the water, but this cloth will float on the water.

Fortunately, the cloth was long enough, so we spread it as we walked and barely managed to survive the weak water.

Finally arrived at the gate of the Immortal City.

Only when I observed it up close did I truly realize how incredible this miracle was.

The huge bronze door stands in front of us, and its height cannot be seen at a glance.

The doornails on the door alone are several times larger than a person's head.

Although the moat was crossed, how to open the city gate became a new problem.

The Erpang shook his hands: "That's not easy. I have a detonator and I'll blow it up for him."

"Don't be ridiculous." I glared at Erpang.

Monk Luoque said: "This city wall is made of Shushan spiritual jade. Let alone explode, maybe after you blow it up, the wall will be fine, and we will be blasted to death."

"Then what do you think we should do?"
Chapter completed!