At this moment, the icy water had already reached knee-level, its torrential flow like an enraged beast constantly battering everyone present. The people struggled to keep their footing, their bodies violently swaying with the forceful current, like weak willow branches in the wind, seemingly on the brink of being uprooted.
An overwhelming tide of guilt surged within Wu Zhong, nearly drowning him completely.
His lips trembled intensely, trying to utter something, but just as he was about to speak, the surging water rushed into his throat, causing him to cough violently.
His face was cloaked with pain and self-blame, an expression seemingly conveying his deep desire to endure all the suffering on behalf of everyone else. His eyes were filled with regret, longing for time to rewind so he could avoid falling into this crisis and spare his companions from any involvement.
