The next second, Sophia lifted her leg, poised to deliver a forceful kick to Vincent. This kick threatened to send both Vincent and Katelyn over the edge.

Katelyn’s eyes widened in terror, and she screamed, “No!”

In that crucial moment, Vincent pulled her hand with force. Katelyn was suddenly pulled upward, flying through the air. She quickly realized Vincent’s intention. She thrust her legs forward, meeting Sophia’s advancing foot head-on.

The sharp sound of a bone snapping cut through the night air. Katelyn’s foot had struck right at Sophia’s ankle. With her ankle compromised, Sophia’s ability to fight was significantly diminished. Katelyn landed on firm ground. However, Vincent staggered backward toward the cliff.

Katelyn turned around and seized Vincent’s wrist, saying, “I’ll pull you up.”

Just then, Vincent groaned in pain.

Katelyn looked at him concernedly and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Meanwhile, Sophia, feeling the acute pain in her ankle, realized continuing the fight could be fatal. Deciding against further confrontation, Sophia shifted her gaze and made a quick escape.

Vincent glanced at Katelyn and yelled, “Don’t worry about me. Chase her down!”

If they let Sophia escape now, there was no telling when they’d have another chance to catch her.

Yet there Vincent was, clinging to the cliff’s edge. And Katelyn was not going to abandon him to pursue Sophia. She responded sharply, “I’m pulling you up first!”

Katelyn, lacking Vincent’s strength, found it difficult to pull him up. However, as Katelyn pulled Vincent to safety, a distinct smell of blood hit her, and Vincent’s breaths became fainter.

Katelyn’s brow furrowed. She was sure Vincent hadn’t been hurt during their fight. So, what was the source of the blood? She asked Vincent, “Are you hurt?”

Before Vincent could reply, Katelyn felt dampness on his leg. She sniffed her hand—it was definitely blood!

Vincent gritted his teeth, struggling to speak.

“I was bitten by something just now, but it should be fine. You go after Sophia first.” Sophia was wounded and likely still within reach.

But Katelyn refused to heed his advice. She pulled out her phone, activated the flashlight, and inspected the injury on Vincent’s leg.

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Lifting the fabric of Vincent’s pants, Katelyn discovered the unmistakable marks of a snake bite on his calf. The dark color of the blood suggested the bite was from a venomous snake. Ignoring Vincent now could mean his death within minutes. Katelyn gave Vincent a fierce look.

“Be quiet!”

In the next instant, Vincent stared at Katelyn, astonished.

“You!”

Without a moment’s delay, Katelyn leaned over and pressed her lips against the wound on Vincent’s leg, sucking out the venom.

While she worked, she instructed, “Call Samuel now; tell him to bring the serum.”

She hoped that by removing some of the venom, she could delay the onset of the snake venom.

Vincent’s head began to weigh down with dizziness, yet he gritted his teeth and redialed Samuel’s number.

Katelyn kept at it, spitting the extracted venom aside and going back for more, repeating this multiple times. Katelyn’s lips started to tingle, and dizziness began to cloud her senses. Eventually, she ripped a strip of fabric from her clothing and tightly bound it around Vincent’s thigh to limit circulation.

After he made the call, Vincent lost consciousness.

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