The Trap

Although the portly Huai Yi had no idea what was going on, after spending this time with Jiang Cheng, both he and the others instinctively chose to follow his instructions.

But just as the three of them joined forces to pull Gongsun Zhiruo up, something strange happened. No matter how hard they pulled, the rope kept sliding downward.

This is bad...

The color drained from the portly man's face. The situation had completely exceeded his expectations. The force coming from the rope was dragging them inch by inch toward the crevice, as if the other end wasn't tied to Gongsun Zhiruo, but to something else they couldn't possibly resist.

"Let go, now!" someone shouted at them.

It was Shang Mo.

He watched helplessly as the three of them drew closer and closer to the crevice. A little farther, and Jiang Cheng, who was closest to the edge, would fall in.

But Jiang Cheng paid him no heed. His gaze remained fixed on the wavering light below. Huai Yi had been about to let go, too. The situation was already obvious: Zhou Yuxuan was probably done for, and Gongsun Zhiruo, who had gone down to rescue him, was in trouble as well. The chances of getting him back safely were slim. But Huai Yi's only concern was that if he let go, Jiang Cheng and the portly man would immediately be dragged down. So as long as Jiang Cheng didn't tell him to let go, he gritted his teeth and held on.

The light below continued tracing circles at a steady pace. The longer Jiang Cheng watched, the more alarmed he became. He had noticed something terrifying.

The circles traced by the light were absurdly large.

Normally, the length of a person's arm limited the size of the circle they could