Silence!
Deathly silence!
The darkness before them seemed to drag the two into eternal night, pitch black and endless, never to see the light of day.
In such a scene, if it were someone else, they would have long been scared out of their wits, kneeling and begging for mercy.
But Lin Fan was not just anyone.
Although severely injured and exhausted at this moment, he never thought of leaving.
He understood clearly that without defeating Ling Wudeng, there was absolutely no chance of reaching the summit.
It's as if Ling Wudeng is a hurdle; without overcoming it, he would forever remain in the same place.
Even though he had the courage to stay, he was still out of his depth.
Doubt arose in his heart.
Could he defeat Ling Wudeng?
Could he survive?
"Where the hell are they..."
As Lin Fan was contemplating, the trembling, low, and hoarse voice of Jie Yuan, whom he was leaning against, spoke.
Fear.
Anger.
Helplessness.
Panic.
