Ao Yi wanted to grab him, but after a glance at the rope around his own waist, he gritted his teeth and held on.
'As long as the rope doesn't break, as long as I can wait for the wind to stop, then…'
SNAP—
The rope snapped!
Cries of alarm rose from below. Mo Yan was in the second position, and when the rope between him and Ao Yi broke, the others behind him were also swept up by the fierce wind.
Ao Yi's expression changed. 'All my companions have been swept into the wind. There's no point in me getting out of this alive by myself.'
Thinking this, he prepared to let go.
'Whatever. The worst that can happen is I'll just have to climb it all over again!'
"Brother, don't let go!"
A green vine suddenly wrapped around his wrist. A voice, both familiar and strange, came from above. Ao Yi looked up against the gale—
"Xiao Wu!"
"It's me," Ao Wu grinned. "Brother, hold on tight. An'an is about to take you somewhere safe."
