At that moment, with Qi Xiang's help, Lu Shiliu finally broke free from the water weeds and "struggled" to his feet.
He frantically opened his personal terminal. While sending a message, he shouted over to Wei Heng, "Just hold on a little longer! I'm contacting the nearby garrison right now..."
"It's too late." Wei Heng's face was ashen, his voice heavy. He looked for all the world like someone whose powers were depleted, who was too weak to continue, and who was still suffering from unhealed injuries.
By the shore of the deep lake, Wei Heng shielded Gu Xi while Qi Xiang supported Lu Shiliu. The two groups finally, and with great difficulty, met up. But now they had no path of retreat—the ground all around them was covered in menacing water weeds.
'What now?'
After a quick exchange of glances, Lu Shiliu and Wei Heng both turned to look at Gu Xi.
