Finally, when Wang Jin was nearly in despair, Qin Yao, her face smeared with blood, stood among the corpses on the ground and shouted up at him, "Jump down quickly!"
The twisted, bloody face in the glow of the fire should have been terrifying.
But at this moment, Wang Jin thought she looked like a fairy descending to earth, transcendent and indescribably beautiful!
The flames had already reached the second floor, smoke billowed thickly, and Wang Jin, bound hand and foot, found it extremely difficult to leap out of the fire circle. However, with no other option, he could only take the gamble.
He hopped back a step, then concentrated all his strength in his feet, took a deep breath, and sprang up, diving his head out of the window like a high diver, forming a graceful arc before plunging into the fiery sea.
The ubiquitous smoke enveloped him the instant he leapt, making Wang Jin feel as if the searing smoke was roasting him alive.
