"Huo Ziheng!"
"Huo Ziheng! If you can hear me, just make a sound!"
"..."
Mu Mingxuan's voice echoed in the valley several times, but the area below was quiet, with no sound at all.
If Mu Mingxuan's voice was that loud, Huo Ziheng couldn't possibly have not heard him. His lack of response could only mean one of three things: he was either unconscious, dead, or too severely injured to speak.
Jian Tiantian turned pale and couldn't help curling up into a ball.
This was her first time being so close to death. Just a moment ago there had been ten of them, and suddenly one was missing, making everything feel somewhat unreal. It also made her realize for the first time how fragile human life is.
Huo Miao was the most panicked one; she was so frightened that she kept crying, and even Mu Mingxuan's attempts to comfort her could not stop her tears.
