There's no chance of winning… This was Qian Cangyi's inner thought. Even a miracle couldn't bridge the gap between the two sides. It was like a nerd weighing less than 120 pounds throwing a fist at a tiger. Even with the determination to die, it would only speed up becoming a meal on the plate—utterly meaningless.
Wu Tong ran toward Fable, then lifted Fable onto their back and returned in the opposite direction.
During this time, the other actors had already followed Xuan Zhi to the edge of the cave wall. A massive boulder was blocking the exit, leaving not even the slightest gap.
Qian Cangyi didn't move. He continued to observe Immortal Wine—or more accurately, the increasingly dense blue silk threads around Immortal Wine, which appeared like guiding beacons for the grim reaper.
"Go." Wu Tong shouted as they passed by Qian Cangyi.
Qian Cangyi waved his right hand twice, motioning for Wu Tong to go first.
