Soon, Luo Zheng saw the small hole he had carved out and swung his body towards it, grabbing the hole with one hand and quickly finding footing in two more with his feet, stabilizing himself. Hearing that Lan Xue was still anxiously asking after him, he turned around and yelled down to her, "I'm fine, don't worry." It was at this moment that Luo Zheng realized he was only about fifty meters from the ground. If he hadn't launched the flying line from his atomic watch in time, even two seconds later, he would surely have fallen to his death.
A feeling of having a narrow escape surged through him, his muscles stiffened as if they had lost control. At that moment, Luo Zheng felt a wave of fright, his scalp tingling as he clung tightly to the hole, daring not to make any rash moves, gasping for air as he calmed himself down and adjusted his breathing.
