By the time Gu Qing led her people to charge forward, Tang Ruan and the others could no longer stand. They were completely exhausted. Tang Ruan, in particular, was unsteady on her feet and covered in slime.
After Gu Qing and her group took over, the others struggled to step back before collapsing onto the ground, gasping violently for air. Tang Ruan didn't even have the strength left to retreat.
Zhao Chi rushed forward and scooped up the sticky Tang Ruan, carrying her out of danger. She panted heavily in his arms, her breaths coming in rapid gasps. Wiping the slime from her face, Zhao Chi looked at her with heartache. "This is the final phase. You can rest soon."
Tang Ruan shook her head, flinging the slime from her hair onto his face. "No... I'm fine... Phew~"
