"… What are we even supposed to do…?" Zhao Rui muttered, his voice tinged with unease. A bead of sweat traced down his temple as his fingers fidgeted nervously.
His anxious smile wavered as he stared at the chaotic battle before him.
The ground trembled even more violently as the earth itself recoiled from the sheer power.
"I mean… we're kind of responsible for him, aren't we?" Zhao Rui added, glancing toward his peers with a desperate look, hoping someone—anyone—might offer a solution.
Sighing deeply, Mei Xue shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose, a mixture of frustration and resignation clear in her expression.
Casting a quick glance over her shoulder, she spoke firmly, her voice cutting through the chaos around them:
