To Ji Jue's surprise, the angel's death seemed to have brought consequences beyond his expectations.
For both enemies and allies.
Leaving aside how the angels who saw their companion die without a corpse, reduced to ashes and scattered to the wind, immediately froze as though they had seen a ghost—panic-stricken, their fighting spirit shattered—even Lina stood there dumbstruck, unable to believe it.
It even felt like an illusion.
"This has to be a dream. It has to be."
On the way back, she kept muttering to herself, distracted and dazed. "I'm hallucinating again..."
Wen Wen sighed helplessly and roughly knocked on the seatback. "Drive properly!"
Superhumans were superhumans. Whether they ate beef or not was beside the point; their reactions were truly swift. They made a snap decision, grabbed up the angels while they were in chaos, hoisted the car, and ran.
They had managed to charge out of the encirclement amid the confusion.
Yet after waiting a long time at the rendezvous point, only a scattered few had made it back in time...
When the final bedraggled group returned, only one person remained from the entire team.
"Why is it only you?"
Wen Wen stared in astonishment. "I remember your group was the first to break out. Were you surrounded too?"
The returned man looked dejected. He glanced at her, then at Ji Jue, as if he wanted to speak but held himself back.
The others' expressions consequently grew even uglier.
Someone cursed.
"Say it. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Wen Wen sighed, her expression unchanged.
"Captain—no, Aub said... said..."
The young man who had returned hesitated, stammering, "Big Sister, you've gone crazy. You sacrificed so many people and charged in there like you were seeking death, all to snatch back some ghostly thing from a stone carving...