In the bottomless chasm, the strong wind mixed with rain made it impossible for anyone to open their eyes. Wen Shu's long hair was lifted high, painfully tugging at her scalp.
She squinted tightly to discern the direction in which Wu Xuan was falling.
Worried about the rapid descent, she spread her sharp claws and forcefully pierced them into the rock wall, leaving a deep scratch that momentarily halted her fall.
But this delicate body was not used to such risky maneuvers. The skin attached to her claws burst with bloodstains, and her palm felt as if it were about to crack from the shock.
Wen Shu winced in pain, healed her ruptured hand, and then clung tightly to the rock wall, quickly climbing down.
She didn't know how long she had been climbing; her palms wore down repeatedly, and the surrounding wind grew colder before she barely saw the bottom.
