"Wu... Yan Huan..."
On the ground, she wiped away the tears on her face, not caring that the dust and blood from her wounds were smeared onto her face as well.
Enduring the pain and ignoring the sound of the resetting clock echoing in her ears once again, she staggered to her feet, wanting to continue running forward...
"Di...da...da..."
"..."
Amidst the endless tentacles, An Le, who had completely lost control of her body, bit down hard on Tong Yingying's pants to keep them from being separated.
In front, Tong Yingying lifted her head and bit the end of a tentacle on the ground, using the force to lower her head, dragging the two of them forward bit by bit.
They moved towards the direction of Yan Huan's silhouette.
"Peh! So fishy..."
After another difficult move, Tong Yingying spat out a mouthful of blood with a fishy taste from the tentacle, her teeth aching.
Yet, even so, she still lifted her gaze, looking towards the end of the distance...
