Sixteen of Hu Yang's subordinates stood side by side outside the pass, looking back inside with solemn expressions.
Although the ten armored soldiers beside Hu Yang had evacuated in advance, three of them were unfortunately hit by falling boulders while fleeing.
Thick dust billowed out from between the narrow, steep mountains like a beast choosing its prey.
Everyone was silent, not daring to speak, nor daring to hope.
A thought kept surfacing in their minds, that Hu Yang wasn't going to make it out.
At this moment, the dust near the perilous peaks had dispersed slightly, revealing a mountain body more than half collapsed.
The perilous peak had turned into a flat-topped hill.
Who knew how many stones had fallen.
Inside must have been completely buried alive.
Time passed bit by bit, another five minutes had gone by in a blink.
Counting the time spent in combat and waiting, nearly twenty minutes had passed since others had evacuated.
