Yaji desperately strained his upper body, watching as Jiao Bai rapidly pulled the bowstring, his eyes locked onto the sharp tip of the wooden drill.
Whether or not they could start a fire was a matter of life and death for him. If Jiao Bai failed to make a fire before the pack of wolves arrived, he would be the first one to meet a gruesome end.
With his agile skills, Jiao Bai might still escape disaster, but with his hands and feet tightly bound, Yaji was a dead man for sure.
Chapter 271