Each step forward felt like stepping on the tip of a knife carrying a heavy load.
She wanted to tell Xiao Chen to let her go and leave quickly.
The natives would surely catch up, and following him, she was just a burden.
Just then, before she could speak, her foot stepped on something unknown, suddenly caught by something, a piercing pain surged through her.
Lan Yue bit her lip, holding back the cry of pain about to escape, but her body uncontrollably leaned to the side.
Xiao Chen was originally taking her forward in a run; her sudden fall left him no time to catch her.
Lan Yue's body rolled directly to the side.
The thick leaves instantly collapsed downward, revealing a deep and large trap beneath, and the leaves carried her down together into the trap.
Xiao Chen turned back just in time to see the rows of sharp spears at the bottom of the trap, obviously dug by the primitives to catch beasts.
If Lan Yue fell, she would be crippled even if she survived.
