The wait was agonizing. Everyone worried that their leader would never return, but they also feared her game would drag on too long. That would mean the survival minigames that followed might all be the same. In a place this dangerous, every second, never mind every minute, was torture.
To their great surprise, however, the black vortex portal reappeared after just five minutes, and a blood-red figure toppled out.
"Boss!" Tong Chuan and the other two rushed over to catch her, but with their exceptional eyesight as players, they immediately saw the wounds covering her entire body, as though she had been flayed alive. For a moment, they did not even dare touch her. In the end, they could only support small patches of her shoulders.
Old Yuan quickly injected her with the few Self-Healing Agents they had left, finally bringing their barely breathing leader back from the brink.
The player called Hat, one of the four, quickly examined her. His expression was grave and anguished. "Her internal organs are badly injured. We don't have the tools to stitch the wounds."
The driver quickly said, "The Tour Bus has a first-aid kit. See if you can use it!"
Tong Chuan immediately went out to get it, while Hat and Old Yuan carefully laid their leader flat on the ground.
Watching the blood-drenched figure on the ground, Brother Ya and his two companions felt chills run down their spines. Bingmei hugged her arms. "What kind of game could be this dangerous—"
"Make room." Xu Huo walked over and had Hat move aside, then held his hand above their leader's chest and abdomen and began using Space Ray to stitch the wounds on her internal organs.
Her limbs and torso were densely covered in wounds. Though they were not fatal, skin and