Just then, two more beams of golden light emerged. Huo Yuhao couldn't wait to fix his gaze upon them.
"Ah—"
Two shrieks rose almost simultaneously. They seemed to have fallen straight from the sky, crashing onto the ground.
The two figures were also holding each other, but as soon as they hit the ground, they immediately rolled like tumbling gourds, appearing rather disheveled.
But Huo Yuhao was disappointed, for the two people who returned were not the ones he was waiting for. They were not Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, but Ningtian and Wu Feng.
Ningtian and Wu Feng were both breathing heavily, only gradually recovering their breath. When they saw the gazes of the others around them fixed on themselves, they couldn't help but let out cheers.
"We're not dead!"
"We're alive."
The two of them cheered, embracing each other tightly, and by the looks of it, they were as happy as could be.
Out of the thirteen people, eight had now returned. So, what about the remaining five?
