Lin Chuqiao leaned her body against a sturdy tree trunk, her waterfall-like long hair disheveled over her shoulders, with a few strands sticking damply to her flushed cheeks.
Her strength was nearly exhausted, but at this moment, surrounded by danger, there was no room for any relaxation.
She could only muster her spirit, maintaining a Spiritual Link with the Professor and the others, to communicate the situation in time:
"Professor, we're not in a good position right now, we've completely lost our way, there's a man-eating black mist blocking the path ahead, and there are other teams around us."
"Xiao Chu, don't panic just yet."
The Professor's voice was calm and steady, as if it carried a comforting power, clearly transmitted through the Spiritual Link:
"I have a friend joining our communication channel, perhaps they can help."
Lin Chuqiao was full of doubt, at this time, where could the Professor find assistance?
