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Qin Luoxi breathed heavily, blood streaks covering her face, and the Blood Mist in her eyes thickened once again as sweat beaded on her forehead.
The countdown ended!
As time reached zero, the massive Mechanical Tentacles that had been trying to break through from below retreated like a tide, seemingly stimulated. The first wave of Mechanical Enemies had brought a Frenzy of hell, and it was now over.
Chen Huan'er timidly stepped forward, wanting to support Qin Luoxi, but was met with a cold gaze that made her hesitate to approach.
"Are you alright?"
Chen Huan'er asked tentatively, fear still lingering in her heart.
"Take me down; we don’t have time to waste!" Qin Luoxi's voice carried an undeniable weakness. The blood streaks on her face did not dissipate after the Five-Headed Blood Sun Serpent vanished; instead, they intensified, spreading down towards her neck.
Chen Huan'er quickly nodded, and Ling Ya released the Wind Field once more, lifting the fallen individuals off the ground.
Qin Luoxi gestured for Chen Huan'er to check on Zhou Qingqing and Xue Wushuang.
Chen Huan'er hurried towards Zhou Qingqing, who was closer.
"I'm fine; just some minor injuries. I just need a moment to rest. You should check on Xue Wushuang," Zhou Qingqing said, trying to sound calm, but the pallor on her face betrayed her weakness.
"Okay."
Chen Huan'er jogged a few steps and gasped upon seeing Xue Wushuang's current state. She instinctively covered her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.
This is what a high-level Dungeon is like? After just one round of attacks, we’ve already paid such a painful price. Can we really clear this Dungeon and leave here?
Despair and guilt filled Chen Huan'er’s heart as she watched everyone exhaust their trump cards while she could only remain protected behind them. She tightened her grip on the staff in her hand.
Ling Ya gently nudged Chen Huan'er’s tear-streaked cheek with her head, as if trying to comfort her.
At that moment, Xue Wushuang was covered in dried blood, looking as if she had been submerged in a Blood Pool; her true skin color was unrecognizable.
With the Holy Light Grass at full power, it radiated a dazzling emerald hue, pouring forth healing light without reservation.
Xue Wushuang's pained expression finally began to ease under its glow.
"Did you see them or not?"
Wu Qinghong's cold gaze fixed on the figure kneeling before her, bruised and battered.
"I already told you, we didn't pay attention. Besides, since the Dungeon has been cleared, there's no reason for them to still be inside," Wu Jie replied.
The tent was in disarray, with a crimson long sword lying across the ground in the center. Several figures were kneeling on one side, and at the forefront was none other than Xiao Ming, a powerful figure from the Military Department.
Not far from him, Wu Qinghong's expression was icy. It had been a day and a half since Xiao Ming and his group cleared the Dungeon. During this time, she and the Military Department had tried various methods but were unable to send anyone new into the Dungeon. Something must have gone wrong inside.
A fierce glint flashed in Wu Qinghong's eyes as she faced Xiao Ming. She had already struck him out of frustration, but it had been of no use; her anxiety and worry only intensified. Even knowing that Qin Luoxi was there, she still felt an overwhelming sense of unease.
"Notify the old man. If they don't come out within half a day, we will forcefully intervene in the Dungeon. Even if it means destroying the passage, we must rescue them!" Wu Qinghong gritted her teeth and spoke into the phone with a serious tone.
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