Mofulei was completely unprepared for the battle to collapse in an instant; the whole process took less than ten minutes, so she didn't even have time to calmly retreat.
But it didn't matter, as long as she could escape back to the City of Ember, she could rely on her Lust ability to continue...
"Where do you think you're running off to?"
The unfamiliar voice appeared in her mind without any warning. She jerked her head to find Number Ten, with a Yellow-covered Book wrapped under his arm, about to catch up to her from above the sky.
"Bretta, protect me!"
At her order, the chief of the Zafar clan, who was fleeing with her, had a flicker of fear in his eyes but still mustered the courage to raise his magic staff towards Number Ten.
Suddenly, Number Ten shot a ball of light towards her. Bretta's pupils contracted as he quickly changed his imminent attack to a shield; it was only then that he realized that what Number Ten shot was indeed just an orange ball of Lighting Technique.
