In just a few seconds, Tang Mo had expelled the Soul Beast's spiritual attack from her sea of consciousness.
"You get up there. Leave the rest to me."
Retreating to the base of the wall, Tang Mo pushed Qin Ling toward the rope.
"I feel much better now. I'll stay with you. I can't leave you down here alone."
Qin Ling really did feel much better; his head didn't hurt as much anymore. How could he possibly leave Tang Mo to face this battlefield alone?
"I can handle this, really."
Tang Mo turned Qin Ling to face her and looked him straight in the eye.
Qin Ling gazed into Tang Mo's eyes. They were like a pool of deep water—bottomless, yet incredibly resolute.
They made one subconsciously want to believe.
"Alright."
With mutant beasts right behind them, the battle had to be swift. This was no time for a lover's gaze.
The instant Qin Ling answered, Tang Mo grabbed the rope and tied it around his waist.
"Hold on tight! Lao San, pull!"
