Yang Jing retracted his gaze and walked over to the hanging young woman.
Her breathing was already incredibly faint. If not for a tenacious sliver of life force keeping her alive, she would have long since died like the other three.
He reached out and flicked the rope with his finger. As his Inner Strength flowed through it, the thick cord snapped.
Yang Jing caught the woman as she fell, holding her gently in his arms. Her body was light as a feather, and where he touched her, he felt nothing but hot bloodstains and cold wounds.
He gently and carefully laid the woman on the ground.
Perhaps it was the slight jolt of being laid down, or perhaps it was the will to survive, but the woman's eyes slowly fluttered open a sliver.
Through her hazy vision, she saw a blurry figure looking down at her. Though she couldn't keep her eyes open or see clearly, she could still faintly make out some sounds.
'He... he's the one who just burst in... Did he save me?'
