The mechanical electronic voice was cold and devoid of emotion.
When this voice sounded, whether it was Tan Jincheng, Gu Yi'an, or Mo Yunxiu, they all froze for a moment.
Even though they all knew that this moment would inevitably come, it still caught them off guard when it actually happened.
Three minutes, one hundred and eighty seconds.
How brief!
Is there really no chance at all?
Mo Yunxiu's face was stubborn, while Tan Jincheng pressed his lips tightly.
They were unwilling to accept this outcome; it was just too distressing. After all their efforts, is this really the ending?
Among the three, Gu Yi'an was the calmest.
Perhaps it was because she had never held any hope from the beginning, so she wouldn't be too disappointed now. To her, there was even a vague sense of relief.
Her head hurt terribly.
