Bu Luoer leaped into the bottomless abyss without hesitation, wearing nothing but a rope tied around his waist.
A miraculous scene unfolded!
The moment Bu Luoer soared into midair and crossed the cliff's edge, his body did not fall. Instead...
He suddenly shot upward!
As if defying the laws of physics, he seemed to be pulled directly into the sky by some immense suction force.
The four people at the cliff's edge roared in unison. With a shouted chant, they all threw their bodies heavily backward.
The strength of three men and the pull from the earth converged upon the companion at the front, who ultimately held Bu Luoer's rope.
It was like four people flying a kite together.
Except the kite was a person.
"One, two, heave!"
"Left three, one, two, heave!"
At that moment, the White Armor Tribe warriors and the Wind Tribe's Wind Gatherer displayed extraordinary coordination.
Bu Luoer stepped through the air and charged toward the sky, vanishing in an instant into the chaotic cluster of suspended rocks.
Mu Fan could clearly see shattered stones being swept upward from the abyss along with the airflow. He even saw rocks instantly smashed to powder by invisible blasts of air.
The rope twisted from specially made vine fibers was now like something a giant had seized and yanked violently upward.
All four men were pulled forward at once.
The danger involved was obvious.
Yet Bu Luoer moved like a wildcat, incredibly nimble. Mu Fan could only catch fleeting glimpses of him through the gaps between the floating boulders.
Under the black night sky, bright moonlight shone upon the earth. Here, a magnificent struggle between human strength and nature was unfolding.
The rising airflow within the abyss...
Mu Fan watched for only a moment before drawing a deep breath.