The moment Little Brown sensed Li Xian's command, it stuck to the clothes that had fallen to the floor and picked them up. It seemed able to control its own stickiness; once it had secured the clothes, it swiftly climbed onto the mirror-
The instant the fabric obscured the figure in the mirror, Li Xian regained control of his legs. He dared not waste a moment. Prolonged oxygen deprivation, coupled with his recent exertion, had already pushed his body close to its limit.
Li Xian beckoned to Little Brown, signaling for it to keep pace with him. Having to coordinate their movements forced him to sacrifice some of his speed.
Darkness gradually swallowed the scene before him. For the latter half of the journey, Li Xian moved forward one step at a time almost entirely on survival instinct. The moment he reached the corner, he collapsed to the floor with a thud.
"Hah-hah..."
Li Xian covered his neck with his hand and gasped for breath. Each breath restored his condition a little, but also sent pain through his throat as though a knife tip were scraping across it.
Knowing he could not afford to waste time, Li Xian planted his hands against the floor and tried to get up almost as soon as he could breathe again. But his exhausted limbs could not yet support his weight. After the failed attempt, he could only lie on the floor and rest briefly.
Time... how much was left?
Li Xian opened his Light Screen. The countdown displayed on it had only fourteen minutes remaining. Meanwhile, as the deadline drew closer, the gap between the odds on his outcomes began to widen. The odds on Li Xian winning had risen from 2.02 to 2.53.
The odds were determined by the live figure at