Jun Beibei and her mother, upon hearing Wen Nan's hoarse shout, looked at him in confusion.
They didn't understand why, at such a critical moment, he would suddenly call out those strange names.
The next moment, a clear female voice came from above:
"Mo Yu is here, willing to go through fire and water for the master, without hesitation!"
Following Wen Nan's gaze towards the edge of the giant pot, they saw a silvery white light shooting towards them like a lightning bolt in the night sky.
Jun Beibei's gaze fixed on that silvery white light, and she saw the small silvery white sword swirling around a sea cucumber, like a bee that had found nectar.
The word "master" uttered by the small silver sword pierced Jun Beibei's heart like a sharp blade, causing her brows to furrow slightly. The hem of her dress fluttered gently, with a faint golden light seeming to gather there.
But the light was ultimately drowned out by the surrounding steam, failing to take a tangible form.
This giant "seafood pot" had the effect of a powerful sedative, keeping her thoughts trapped in a dream, unable to escape.
Naturally, Jun Beibei had no inclination to continue struggling at this moment.
With that golden knife, she severed the final chain between her and Ye Shenshen.
At this moment, she was being pulled by a brown-black Arctic Clam, perilously close to plunging into the boiling broth.
The surrounding temperature rose higher and higher, the steam thickening, obstructing her vision and making it difficult to breathe.
Just as Ye Shenshen's figure was about to be completely engulfed and vanish from sight, Jun Beibei's body was suddenly wrapped in a cool, soft film.
The shell, once tormented by heat, fell into a cool embrace, dispelling the suffocating feeling, allowing her to exhale a long breath.
Looking around, Jun Beibei found herself lying within a white cocoon, with a thread extending from one end, reaching up to a metal spoon handle, holding her securely.
A gentle woman's voice whispered in her ear: "Xiao Jun, don't be afraid, with Erin here, all will be well."
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Wen Nan was surrounded by the silvery white light, making him almost dizzy.
Through the afterimage of the small silver sword, he looked down and found that when the small silver sword shouted its somewhat dramatic slogan and rushed to his side, Guan Ailin had already silently transformed herself into a cocoon, steadily supporting the nearly submerged Yu Shujun.
Yu Shujun remained a white Arctic Clam.
As the small silver sword circled around Wen Nan, a faint golden light flickered in her eyes.
However, in this instance, the test space's control over players' spirit and consciousness was evidently much stronger than before, and even the Root Breaking Slash's golden light could not help Yu Shujun successfully escape from the current illusion.
She fell back into Jun Beibei's story.
The readings on the white shell froze at a very low value—
[Candidate: No. 1; Test Stage: Second Stage; Obsession Value Clearance Progress: 31%.]
Just as he was intently watching, the brown-black Arctic Clam dangling at the bottom opened its shells like a Pac-Man, biting onto Guan Ailin's white cocoon.
Wen Nan frowned at the sight, rotating his wrist to grip the silver-white little sword beside him.
"Hmm..." the small silver sword let out a light hum.
With a fire in his heart, Wen Nan didn't control his strength, holding the small silver sword too tightly, making it tremble with comfort, its light flickering.
The blade hummed, eager to immediately leap out.
Mo Yu exclaimed excitedly, "Boss, tell me who to cut!"
Wen Nan paused, looking meaningfully at the sword in his hand.
No, during his task in the instance, who outside in the rest area was speaking with this strange tone, so aggressive?
This thought flashed briefly through his mind; Wen Nan had no extra time to ponder, as he rotated his wrist, directing the silvery blade straight at the brown-black shell.
The silvery white long sword pierced between the shells, like an oyster knife, easily prying the shell open.
While trapped in the test space's illusion, the brown-black shell seemed unbreakable, but upon breaking free, Wen Nan realized it was merely a toothless paper tiger created by the test space.
Mo Yu, at this level of equipment, could easily poke through it.
Once the shell was pried open, the brown-black Arctic Clam began to let out a shrill scream, the surrounding chains retracting into the shell, attempting to escape.
Seeing this, Wen Nan instructed in a deep voice, "Erin, retrieve the freezer."
Two silvery threads quickly emerged from Guan Ailin's cocoon, precisely probing into the brown-black shell, tightly binding the mucus-covered metal box, and pulling it out forcefully.
"Give me back my treasure! Give it back!"
As the freezer was snatched from its grasp, the brown-black shell suddenly leaped up, biting onto the silver thread.
However, before the shell could close, the small silver sword pried it open again, Mo Yu striking it forcefully, "Back into the pot with you, you nasty shell."