"Boom!"
Debris and dust began to cascade downwards with a rush.
"Mom, be careful!"
Hua Bao, who had been invisibly quiet on Jiang Yan's shoulder, directly waved its six vines above the group, quickly weaving them into a net.
Tiny fragments of stone and dust fell through the gaps in the vine net, clinking against the helmets, eliciting a chill in one's spine.
But fortunately, the larger stones were blocked by Hua Bao.
The dim light and the chaotic scene meant that no one noticed the miraculous phenomenon occurring overhead.
Ye Qing and Song Qian clenched their teeth against the barrage of stones coming from all directions, hastening their movement of the rocks.
The masks soaked with water could block the dust, but they stuck tightly to their noses, now coated with a layer of dust, making it increasingly difficult for the six to breathe.
"It's clear now, we've almost got it open," Ye Qing took a deep breath and bent down to move the last large rock.