"All along the way, I've been wondering why we didn't encounter any obstacles. Turns out, they were already lying in ambush on our escape route, waiting for us to take the bait," White Whale sighed, utterly exhausted.
She looked at Ye Fan's figure, and an involuntary fear started creeping into her heart.
From the moment Black Shark's forces began to retreat step by step, to Black Shark's death and the defeat of the Spine Team, her inner pride had been completely drained. Now, she was quite afraid of Ye Fan and his group.
She still prayed inwardly to return safely to the Poison Dragon Mercenary Corps' stronghold; by now, her slightest hope had vanished.
"Second Commander, what should we do now?" Amir asked anxiously, "Should we turn around and retreat immediately?"
"What's meant to come will come; we can't avoid it," White Whale smiled bitterly, "The opponents are all snipers. At this point, we no longer have the chance to escape. We can only face the facts."
