"Damn it! We should have acted earlier." Amanda couldn't help but complain upon seeing the distant scene.
"No~we need to escape." Sela's gaze remained on the battlefield, feeling the airflow blowing against her face. It was not something human power could withstand.
Amanda knew there was no time to waste; this was the last chance. She immediately turned and reached out to her, "If you're scared, let me do it. Give me the thing."
"You're crazy; I'm not!" Sela was unwilling no matter what, frightened by the scene in front of her. This was her last hope for survival.
Without the protection of the ship, she feared she would be torn apart by the storm.
Sela's timid demeanor directly made Amanda's blood pressure soar. If it weren't for this person delaying, and countering those Fishmen Shamans earlier, the situation wouldn't have developed to this extent.
"If they lose, can we escape? We'll all be buried!" Amanda reiterated once more, "Now give me the thing immediately."
