Who knew how many hours had passed.
"Hold on, Junior Sister!"
"Hang in there, little sis! We're all counting on you!!"
"Senior Brother Zhong, stop grabbing the sole of my foot!!"
The classic scene played out once more.
The three of them dangled in midair, relying entirely on Zhou Qiaoling to desperately haul them up.
"If we fall again, we'll have to pay Spirit Stones—aaah!!"
Zhou Qiaoling cried out in despair, using every ounce of strength in her body to finally pull Mu Yawen up.
After they were rescued one by one, everyone sat on the rocks, gasping for breath.
"Good thing Qiaoling turned the tide!"
Zhou Yue said with a hearty laugh.
"Then why don't you think about who created those raging waves in the first place..."
Zhou Qiaoling said, rolling her eyes at him.
"Er, hehehe..."
Zhou Yue awkwardly rubbed his nose.
For some reason, this map always hid little mechanisms.
Like stones that suddenly jutted up, blocks that suddenly vanished, traps that suddenly appeared...
They were neither dangerous nor fatal.
But losing one's balance in an instant often brought a whole string of chain reactions.
The other three encountered them from time to time as well.
But Zhou Yue kept running into them.
It was very strange.
These little unexpected incidents seemed to have their eyes fixed solely on him.
Zhong Yi was even tempted to carry him on his back, lest he step on something bizarre again.
But the game mechanics did not permit them to do that.
Any posture other than normal running would rapidly drain their stamina.
They could only accompany Zhou Yue as he suffered bit by bit.
By now, they had reached a height of 1,800 feet.
Converted to his previous life's measurements, that was 600 meters.
Beneath their feet churned