As time passed, they faced increasing pressure.
Gu Xiaoxi and everyone else, injured as they were, could only fight to the bitter end. Otherwise, they would become the brutal beasts' dinner.
Nightfall came, and the sky grew ever darker.
A vast shadow of death hung over them, everyone utterly exhausted.
If not for the threat of death, they all might have collapsed and been unable to rise.
"The signal for rescue has gone out, but who knows when aid will come. We can't get out either. At this rate, we'll all end up dead here eventually," Willy shouted, wielding his axe.
"I can't hold on much longer!" Danmai, a mage, felt he was about to faint from exhaustion.
The high tension and extreme consumption of spiritual power made his legs tremble, ready to collapse at any moment.
It wasn't just him; Yun Xiao, Tang Yisheng, and others were all struggling to hang on.
In this situation, those with stronger Inner Strength actually had an advantage.
