Liang Song raised his weary, alert eyes, staring into the flickering flashlight beam, and frowned slightly. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, every inhalation feeling as though he were squeezing the very last ounce of strength from his body. Beside him, He Chenguang was equally tense, his gaze shifting slightly with the movement of the flashlight beams, his eyes filled with vigilance.
"These guys still haven't given up," Liang Song said in a low, hoarse voice, as if every word carried the hardship of the previous night's escape. He Chenguang let out a cold snort and replied, "They certainly aren't going to let us get away that easily." As they spoke, a gust of cold wind swept past, and the two involuntarily wrapped their soaked clothes tighter around themselves.
Liang Song said no more, looking out into the distant darkness once again. By now, a pale fish-belly white was faintly tinting the horizon, the dawn's early light quietly banishing the heavy night colors. He knew in his heart that daybreak was near, and this brief respite was about to end. Once daylight came, the enemies would search with even greater madness, and they would likely seal off the lower reaches to cut off their final escape route.
Chapter 417