Hen Zhiyuan was sprawled on the cliff's fissured edge, reaching out his hand to Qin Jian, "Come on, team leader, grab my hand!"
Qin Jian struggled to raise his other hand, trying to grab Hen Zhiyuan's, but unfortunately, he missed twice in a row, "Hen, lean down a bit more."
"I can't. If I lean down too much, I'll have no leverage! Then, I'll probably not be able to pull you up," Hen Zhiyuan looked back to check his position.
If he moved further down, it would become troublesome for him.
"But if you don't move down, we can't get up," Tian Niu had reached his limit, veins on his forehead and neck bulging, "Hen, hurry up."
Hen Zhiyuan looked down and felt dizzy.
Below was pitch-dark, and if he fell, he really didn't know where he would end up.
But the two people hanging from the cliff couldn't just be left unrescued. However, even in saving people, one shouldn't risk their own life, right?
