"Finally, we're almost there."
A few people looked up at the summit above, their faces showing a trace of joy and a sense of relief.
As long as they overcome the last stretch of the peak, they should be able to reach the top.
However, by the time they reached here, they were so exhausted that they collapsed on the ground, feeling as if every step further was claiming their lives.
It was really too difficult.
The group lay on the ground, clothes tattered, fingernails filled with dirt, showing that they were utterly exhausted.
Zhou Yingting was also very tired, lying on the ground and panting heavily.
After resting for a moment, the fatigue did not alleviate at all.
Knowing that sitting like this wouldn't help them get up the mountain, Zhou Yingting moved forward again.
The rest saw this scene, raised their eyelids, and watched as Zhou Yingting walked forward, but none intended to move.
