"He still has a chance to live. There's only one."
Kelon said with his eyes closed, "But even I had to think for a while before I came up with that slim chance of survival."
"Mo Qiong has to choose that landing point in the split second between life and death. It's difficult... You could even say the odds are negligible. It requires an extraordinary ability to grasp a chance at survival when one is on the verge of death."
Che Yun's eyes trembled slightly. She still hadn't thought of it...
If she had been in Mo Qiong's position, she would already have been dead.
What did it mean to have the ability to grasp a chance at survival on the verge of death? Some people's minds went blank when they were dying, or they became extremely panicked.
Others grew stronger in the face of death. The closer they came to dying, the more powerful their terrifying survival instinct became, allowing them to instantly perceive the sole glimmer of hope in the endless darkness.
Most members of the Blue White Society belonged to the latter group, but there were differences in degree. The more hopeless the situation, the more powerful that instinct had to be for someone to survive.
"Wade, did you figure it out?" Kelon asked.
Wade continued standing respectfully to one side. Kelon trusted him deeply.
However, Wade shook his head. "No... Teleportation won't work, and not teleporting won't work either. What are we supposed to do?"
Kelon smiled weakly. "Among tens of thousands of people, perhaps only one could think of it."
Wade scratched his head. Clearly, he wasn't that one in ten thousand. As for Che Yun, there was no need to ask. Kelon had even been the one to tell her the theoretical solution.
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