One of the members pulled at the vine with all his might, but it was as hard as steel and showed no sign of loosening. His hands were so bruised from the excessive force that his fingertips turned white, but he still couldn't break free.

Another member tried to use his supernatural powers to burn the vines, but the mysterious force suppressed his supernatural powers, and the flames could only flicker a few times before going out. He was so anxious that his eyes were filled with despair and he kept letting out low roars.

The cracks in the ground grew larger and larger, forcing some members to struggle to maintain their balance. A single misstep could lead to them falling into the endless abyss. Their feet struggled to find support on the shaky ground, and each step was thrilling.

Black lightning struck overhead from time to time, and they could only dodge awkwardly. Some members' clothes were struck by lightning, instantly igniting flames. They had to fight the flames while also dealing with other attacks.

Blood oozed from the wounds of the injured members, staining their clothes red. Their strength was rapidly depleting, and their breathing became increasingly rapid and difficult.

In this desperate situation, they felt their lives slipping away bit by bit. Each one struggled desperately, their hearts filled with the desire to survive, yet their hope felt fading, as if darkness would consume them completely at any moment. Life was truly precarious. The condition of the members of the special power group was horrific. One member lay on the ground, his body covered in deep wounds. Blood flowed from these wounds, staining the ground beneath him a dark red. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes closed, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was in great pain.

Another member leaned against a tree, his right arm hanging limply, clearly broken. His face was filled with pain, and beads of sweat streamed down his face. A long wound slashed across his chest, and blood gushed out, staining his shirt red.

Another member's legs were tightly entangled in vines, twisted and deformed, with his knees a bloody mess. He groaned in pain, his voice filled with despair and helplessness. His eyes were already somewhat vacant, and it seemed as if he might lose consciousness at any moment.

A female member's beautiful face was also covered in scars, with a deep scratch across her cheek, blood oozing out. Her hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, and her clothes were tattered and soaked in blood.

The other members were also wounded to varying degrees. Some were covered in bruises, others bled. They all endured unimaginable pain in this desperate situation. Each wound spoke of the brutal battle they had endured. Their lives were like candles in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Their expressions of pain and weakness filled the air with heartache and worry. The members of the Ability Group sat together, each bearing injuries of varying severity. They stared solemnly at the ordinary medicine bottles and bandages in their hands, their hearts filled with helplessness and anxiety.

One member picked up a bottle of hemostatic potion and tried to pour it onto his still-bleeding wound. However, as soon as the potion touched the wound, it seemed to be repelled by some invisible force, unable to adhere to the wound and take any effect. He frowned and reluctantly poured some more, but the result was the same: the wound continued to bleed, with no sign of stopping.

Another member wrapped the bandage tightly around the fractured area, but just as it was done, it began to loosen, as if a force was pulling at it, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fix it. He gritted his teeth and kept trying, sweat soaking his forehead, but the fracture still couldn't be effectively fixed and protected.

A female member took a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine and tried to reduce the inflammation of the wound. However, when the powder was sprinkled on the wound, it disappeared instantly as if it had fallen into a bottomless pit, while the redness, swelling and pain of the wound remained unchanged. She looked at her own futile actions, her eyes gradually reddening and tears welling up in her eyes.

The other members also tried various common remedies, but without exception, they all found no effect. They looked at each other's still horrific wounds, their hearts filled with despair and helplessness. Those common remedies, once highly expected to alleviate the pain, now seemed like a pile of useless waste, powerless when they needed them most, plunging them into a deep predicament and anxiety. The members of the Ability Group lay quietly on the ground, each breath extremely weak. Their eyes gradually dimmed, as if the flame of life was gradually extinguished.

One of the members, who used to have a strong body, now looked so thin. His chest rose and fell slowly, and every breath seemed so difficult. His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were bloodless and slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. His fingers hung limply at his side, occasionally trembling slightly, which was the last struggle of life. Another member had half-open and half-closed eyes, his gaze was wandering and empty. The wounds on his body were still slowly oozing blood, but the blood had become extremely slow and thick. His consciousness began to blur, and scenes from the past kept flashing through his mind. Those beautiful memories seemed to be gradually fading away. His body was getting colder and colder, and the heat of life was dissipating bit by bit.

There was another female member, her beautiful face now utterly haggard. Her long hair lay tangled on the ground, as if she had lost all life. Her heartbeat grew fainter, almost imperceptible. Her eyelids grew heavy, as if they would close forever at any moment. The other members were in a similar state, their vital signs gradually weakening, as if time had slowed down for them. They could feel their life force slowly ebbing, but they could do nothing, only silently awaiting the final moment. The air was filled with despair and helplessness, the shadow of death looming over everyone, and they could only watch helplessly as their lives slipped away like sand in an hourglass, irretrievably. The plant-based psychic stood quietly among the crowd, his eyes revealing a resolute determination. He took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, and placed it on his chest. A look of pain began to appear on his face, his brow furrowed tightly, his teeth clenched. He slowly gathered his psychic power into his hand and thrust it forcefully into his chest.

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