The reason the three below had not been buried outright was because of the terrain they had chosen earlier.
A protruding slab of rock had extended out as a barrier, leaving behind a small, narrow space. Only then had the three been given a chance of survival.
Thirty breaths later, Zhao Yuan and the others were covered in dirt. Some even had hands full of blood, their facial muscles twitching from pain.
They had already exhausted all their strength. Even at their fastest speed, they still had not cleared a passage to rescue anyone.
Zhao Yuan's face had turned especially pale. Two huge boulders had been pressing across the way just now, and among the five of them, some had to be assigned to stabilize them from the side.
As a result, those moving the boulders had exerted every ounce of strength they possessed. Even three of the blades and swords they carried had snapped, while Zhao Yuan had spared no expense in draining his inner force to pry the boulders up.
Only then had they barely managed to move the two boulders aside one by one. Though they had now drawn close to the three people buried below, the five of them had spent seven or eight parts of their strength.
Yet no sound came from the three buried beneath!
Zhao Yuan knew they had no time to rest. They had to rescue the three as quickly as possible.
More importantly, another problem had arisen. A giant tree hanging over the road had toppled due to the collapse of the mountain above, exposing a thick section of roots.
Within that tangle of roots, three huge boulders leaned diagonally against one another.
If they wanted to move the boulders now, they would have to cut through the roots.
But then