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Bipson pulled his body and walked forward. He kept cheering himself up, but this time, his neck was stuck tight. His arms, legs, and even his whole body was stuck.

"Ah, bastard, let me out."

Bipson's heart was in a frenzy, and his anger surged. He didn't choose to retreat. He was going to move forward.

The walls of the cave rubbed against his skin like torn flesh. Bipson's expression was ferocious. He grimaced in pain, but he did not care.

At this moment, only freedom remained in his heart.

After rubbing for a while, he felt that the passage had become smoother. He was excited, but at the same time, he tried even harder to move forward. The cave entrance felt smooth, as if he had touched lubricant.

At the same time, a hundred people in the forest were holding strong torches and frantically searching.

Ross stared at the live broadcast room, his face full of anxiety.