Along the way, Chart used all his strength to run. Until the evening, his face was as pale as a piece of paper, but he still did not stop.
He knew that once he stopped, he would die here. So he had to hold on. Only by holding on could he have the chance to leave here. Otherwise, he would be completely doomed.
"Whoosh!"
He sat on the ground, gasping for breath. He had consumed too much energy this time.
"Oh, I finally found it!" Chart said with a sigh of relief.
He hadn't been so tired for a long time.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this time, Chart kept panting. Seeing so many people standing here, he was relieved.
The contestants were more or less injured, and no one would care about Chart's state. Everyone was tired and even did not want to speak. They just wanted the deacon here to announce the end of the competition as soon as possible.