Twenty minutes later, Qian Jiangyue hung on the edge of the cliff. At this moment, he had already traveled half of the planned route. The distance to the next foothold on the right side was still considerable. The reason was that the originally planned foothold had a problem: the stone was not stable and fell off.
"Why does it feel so easy inside the game?" Qian Jiangyue's left hand was bulging with veins due to exertion. His right hand reached out, throwing the hooked chain toward the protruding conical stone above. The hook circled once, swinging in the air. Then, Qian Jiangyue slowly retracted the chain in his right hand. The hook moved slowly but failed to grip the conical stone and slid off.
"Damn it." Qian Jiangyue retrieved the chain with his right hand and grabbed the stone in front of him again to give his left hand a moment's rest.
At this moment, a shout came from above from Shadow Play, "Qian Jiangyue, it's collapsing soon up here!"
