This Spindle

"Something's not right," Pei Xianjue said with a frown. "In a one-on-one mechanism, the kill should definitely be easier."

"And she even brought Grenades," Lin Pengpeng added.

Huangfu Miaomiao stared anxiously into the Abyss below. "Maybe it's too far away, so I couldn't hear the Grenades explode. Sigh, I wonder how Feng Ling is doing down there."

Ye Zheng paced back and forth with a grim expression, then asked Huangfu Miaomiao, "If... if Feng Ling can't beat her opponent, do you think she'll come up and ask us for help, or tough it out alone?"

Huangfu Miaomiao was stumped and stood there blankly, unable to answer.

She felt that depended on Feng Ling's mood—when she was in a good mood, they could naturally discuss things. But if she got frantic in a fight and lost herself in it, then it was hard to say...

Worried about Feng Ling, Ling Feiran suggested, "Should I go down and take a look?"

Huangfu Miaomiao sighed helplessly. "I'm not trying to stop you. It's just that going down wouldn't help. The Seven Gates will strip away the Cards in our bodies, leaving only the Main Card. When the other Cards are stripped away, they'll take our five senses with them. Losing smell and taste would be manageable, but if vision and touch are taken... that's no different from being dead."

Ye Zheng said, "Waiting like this isn't a solution either. How about this? We wait another half hour. If Feng Ling still hasn't returned, we'll let Feifei go down and check."

Ling Feiran nodded. "I have six Cards, so I can pass through five gates. If I'm lucky enough, perhaps I can retain my vision and touch after passing through the sixth and seventh gates, and reach the bottom of the Abyss."

Pei Xianjue