"They're coming, hold on!" I simply relaxed my grip on the walls, sliding down about twenty meters until I saw Wen Jing gripping the handle of the Vajra Umbrella. The handle was lodged into the shaft wall, becoming his point of leverage.
Shunfeng was holding onto Wen Jing's waist, Baozi was holding onto Shunfeng's ankle, the three of them hanging in a row on the wall.
Baozi's arm strength was failing, and she was about to lose her grip. I crawled in front of her, letting her climb onto my back.
However, the handle of the Vajra Umbrella began to slip, cutting a line into the shaft wall, and Wen Jing and Shunfeng continued to fall.
"Ahh—Master, save us!" Their falling speed was too fast, stretching Shunfeng's cries for help. It seemed he had great faith in his master, instinctively calling out in moments of crisis.
Wen Jing never let go, and finally halted after falling several hundred meters.
I looked upward and asked below, "How long can you hold on?"
