Warlord

The three of them were on their way to the big crevice.

Judging by the bloodstains left on the sniper rifle, Zero was certain that the Parkland killer had been seriously injured. He did not intend to pursue the assassin further up Death’s Ridge. Judging by the speed at which the assassin left, he had at least arrived at a distance of one kilometer away from him. The God of Death’s Ridge was too vast, a sniper must be adept at hiding. If he wanted to hide, it would be difficult for Team Zero to find him in such a short period of time due to lack of manpower and tools.

Moreover, they had estimated that the time of the killer’s appearance was a day away from normal. Even though it was only one day, it meant that food was going to become a problem.

So, Zero decided to leave the God of Death Ridge and resupply at a nearby city base. Then, he would think of a way to kill this killer that was chasing him relentlessly. Natasha did not object to this suggestion. Although she wished she could tear Lan Qi apart right now, she also knew that Zero’s decision was right. Even someone like her who had grown up in the Death God Ridge would find it difficult to survive on her own without a tribe to rely on. So she decided to follow Zero until she killed the devil that slaughtered the village. As for where she would go after killing him? For the moment, she didn’t think about it.

As they walked along the banks of the Lamassen River, the vegetation gradually thinned, and eventually, there were not many mutated shrubs that could survive anywhere. From afar, it looked like a halo of light around the Death God Ridge. The brownish-yellow sand belt extended as far as the eye could see, and not too far away, the rumbling sound of the Lamarsson River told them that the big fissure was approaching.

The large crevice in the God of Death Ridge was nearly a thousand meters wide. The two walls were steep and smooth, making it hard for birds to cross. The crevice was so deep that one could not see the bottom. Standing at the edge and looking down, all one could see was pitch-black darkness. However, from the sound of the water from the Lamarson River flowing straight into the fissure, it seemed that there was still an underground river in the fissure, which led to the endless polluted sea area beyond the coastline.

The existence of the Great Rift has been controversial for a long time and is currently divided into two factions. The existence of the Finger Crack was due to the change in the earth’s crust. The land plate was split apart by the movement of the earth’s crust. This crack originated from the coastline of the Death God Ridge and reached thousands of kilometers deep into the western continent. The gap, however, was natural; it seemed as if the land had been cut open; the other side took the opposite view that the existence of the Great Rift was evidence of the collision of the two plates of the old era. What supported this theory was the size of the continent. The area measured in the known range far exceeded any of the continents of the old era. However, the larger area of the continent was still hidden in the unknown darkness.

There is no clear answer to the controversy over the Great Rift, but these are not matters of zero concern. His gaze was fixed on the suspension bridge a hundred kilometers away from the Lamarson River, a bridge that had been built thirty years ago with the funds of the Adventure Merchants Association. It connected Death’s Ridge with the Northern Lands and became a major transportation route on both the north and the south sides of the coastline.

Without this bridge, people would have to go around in a big circle from north to south. Furthermore, the land to the west of the Death God Ridge wasn’t necessarily much safer. Therefore, even though they knew that the Death God Ridge was filled with dangers, the adventurer merchants still chose to pass through the Death God Ridge via this bridge and travel back and forth between the two locations.