Ye Chen felt himself leaning backwards, his feet immediately clutching the track tightly. The woman on his back held tightly onto Ye Chen's neck, her legs hooked around his abdomen, making it impossible for Ye Chen to breathe. Ye Chen felt the arrival of death. At this moment, he was suspended in the air with this mother and daughter, the movement very dangerous. A slight mistake and he would instantly become a mound of flesh.
For the first time, Ye Chen craved air so desperately. He glared widely; if someone were looking at Ye Chen head-on, they would surely see Ye Chen's face flushed red, eyes filled with blood.
"Hero, keep going!" The young girls exclaimed in surprise, tightly clenching their fists, and then prayed for Ye Chen.
