On the mountain top, the cold wind howled past.
Some people sat, others stood, all with solemn expressions discussing.
Treasure Hunters from other teams also set aside past grudges, forming small groups to join in.
At this moment, all the past schemes and struggles seemed insignificant.
Everyone was racking their brains, thinking about how to survive and escape from this near-desperate situation.
There was a glimmer of hope in someone's eyes as they whispered:
"Why not wait until dawn? Maybe the mist will disperse on its own by then, and we can see the way out of the mountain."
However, someone immediately shook their head in disagreement, worriedly saying:
"This mist is very ominous; it won't disperse so easily. We might not survive until dawn."
Others rummaged through their backpacks for flares or wireless devices, attempting to send rescue signals, hoping for the outside rescue team to send a plane to pick them up.
