The spectators' reactions excited the viewers in the live stream.
"There's something, something, I'm sensing something."
"That tentacle must be a metal detector or something!"
"It's definitely picking up the tools on Jiang Shen and the others."
"There shouldn't be many people or metal objects in this snow mountain, so it's unlikely to be a false positive."
"It has to be Jiang Shen and the others, hurry up and rescue them."
The previously silent live stream erupted into a flurry of excited comments from netizens.
It seemed their prayers had been answered.
After all, Jiang Fan never took off his backpack; finding his belongings significantly increased the chances of finding him.
This time, the observers were more cautious, emitting a very faint death ray to warm the ground first.
This took a little longer but was much more effective.
It could melt the snow, wouldn't harm people beneath the snow, and allowed them to conserve energy.
The observers' energy wasn't infinite but could be replenished.
No one knew how the observers replenished their energy; perhaps it was an internal power source, or perhaps solar power.
It seemed the observer was essentially a weapon designed for killing.
What were death rays and mechanical arms doing on a camera? Cameras didn't need such high-end equipment.
If they were tools for combat, then it made sense.
Therefore, the observer was completely clueless about rescue operations; the random firing of death rays earlier, nearly killing Yao buried underground, was proof of this.
It was applying killing techniques to rescue efforts.
Seeing the snow soften under the death ray, Yao quickly pounced and frantically dug with his hands.
The observers didn't slack off either, their eight arms digging furiously, even equipped with advanced tools like drills, making them far more efficient than Yao.
Suddenly, something appeared before everyone's eyes.
It was a backpack!
This backpack was always carried by Jiang Fan and contained important tools like a lighter.
Since the backpack had appeared, Jiang Fan was likely beneath it.
Yao excitedly grabbed the backpack, but to his disappointment, there was only the backpack, and no one beneath it.
Still, there was hope. Yao took out a collapsible shovel from the backpack; digging with a shovel was much faster than using his hands.
The observers also joined in the effort. In a flash, they dug a pit three meters deep and three meters wide, centered around the backpack.
To everyone's disappointment, there was no one in the pit. Jiang Fan and Zhou Nian were nowhere to be seen, as if they had vanished.
Yao collapsed onto the ground, his disappointment evident. The observers also stopped moving.
The viewers in the live stream became anxious.
"Look at the observers, are they going to give up the rescue?"
"The backpack appeared, but no person. They're probably buried even deeper."
"They dug over three meters and still didn't find anyone."
"Strange, Jiang Fan always kept his backpack on him. Why did only the backpack appear, but not the person?"
Yao sat for a while, then suddenly jumped up and shouted.
"Dai Xiaomei, Dai Xiaomei!"
He remembered something. In the final moments, he had grabbed Dai Xiaomei's hand, wanting to pull her with him as he ran.
But the avalanche's force was too great, and the snow stream swept her away.
His vision had been blurred at the time, but he vaguely saw Jiang Fan unbuckle his backpack and throw it to Dai Xiaomei.
The backpack contained tools; Jiang Fan's intention must have been for Dai Xiaomei to use the tools to save herself.
After all, Dai Xiaomei was the weakest among them and had the worst self-rescue capabilities.
Since the backpack was here, Dai Xiaomei should be nearby.
With this thought, Yao leaped up and frantically dug through the snow with his collapsible shovel.
As he dug, he shouted Dai Xiaomei's name, but there was no response other than the echo in the valley.
The observers had given up on the rescue, their death ray eyes now scanning other areas.
Yao, on his own, expanded the three-meter-deep, three-meter-wide pit to five meters wide and five meters deep.
His hands were raw from the collapsible shovel, and blood began to ooze out.
In the extreme cold, the blood quickly formed blood clots.
The observers remained motionless, truly standing by and watching.
With a snap, the collapsible shovel broke in two. Yao despaired, dropped the shovel, and let out a roar towards the sky.
"Dai Xiaomei!"
His voice was impassioned, echoing through the valley, lingering on and on.
Just as everyone was sinking into despair, the snow at the edge of the pit suddenly moved.
The viewers thought they were imagining it when the snow clump moved again.
Snow clumps don't move on their own; this meant someone was underneath.
Before anyone could react, a hand suddenly emerged from the snow.
It was a delicate woman's hand, with a conspicuous sports bracelet on it – Dai Xiaomei's signature!
Yao roared and immediately lunged towards Dai Xiaomei's hand.
The observers, who had been still for a long time, noticed the new development and quickly sprang into action.
Each of their machines had eight arms, which, along with Yao, began to dig furiously at the location of the hand. Soon, Dai Xiaomei's body was exposed.
Her face was frozen blue, and her body was stiff.
If Yao hadn't dug around and loosened the snow layer, and if she had frozen for a little longer, Dai Xiaomei would have been done for.
Dai Xiaomei's lips moved slightly, and she exhaled a puff of white air, unable to speak.
Her eyes were vacant, appearing disoriented.
Yao quickly pulled Dai Xiaomei into his arms, using his body to warm her.
The observers also came to help, extending what looked like electric heater equipment around their bodies to warm Dai Xiaomei.
After a while, Dai Xiaomei's consciousness returned slightly.
She mumbled, her lips forming a few syllables.
The observers amplified the sound, and the viewers could barely make out what she was saying.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Yao shed tears and held Dai Xiaomei even tighter.
Seeing Yao and Dai Xiaomei safe and sound, the live stream viewers collectively broke down in tears.
"That's great, they're both okay."
"Heaven blesses good people."
"This avalanche is terrifying. Dai Xiaomei was only buried for a short while and was almost gone."
"Humans are powerless against nature; all we can do is try our best to save ourselves!"
"Is this the wrath of nature, triggered by humans entering and interfering with it?"
Seeing that Dai Xiaomei was alright, the two observers exchanged a glance and immediately retracted their heating devices.
Next, they extended their metal detectors again, searching the vicinity to see if they could detect any metal.
The problem was, Jiang Fan had already discarded his backpack. Even if he had any metal items on him, they were likely to be too small to detect now.
The search and rescue operation had become even more challenging.