Wang Yuyan concentrated all her strength into her waist, and as she bent outward, thankfully, her legs remained firmly planted on the narrow ice path.
The situation, however, was far from optimistic. Wang Yuyan's position resembled an acrobat's stunt—half of her body was hanging over the edge of the ice path, and the rope around her waist also had to support the falling weight of Ye Wudao. There was another peril, that the ice path above them was unstable and could collapse at any time.
At that moment, Ye Wudao was suspended in midair, fortunately held up by the rope attached to Wang Yuyan and not fallen completely. However, with no leverage in the air, any significant movement from him would certainly drag Wang Yuyan down with him.
"What do we do?"
Ye Wudao was also feeling the urgency. He knew qinggong, but he wasn't a jet fighter that could just smoke and fly; he needed a foothold.
