The falling figure wavered slightly.
"Quick, let's get out of here."
"Is it over?"
Jora asked in return.
"If we don't leave now, you're going to get killed by them!"
Roger's voice was heavy.
"Damn it! Do you even know what you're doing?" Jora roared coldly.
"I am fully aware of my own situation. You only get one chance. If we fail this time, it might take an incredibly long amount of time for you to gather enough Life Essence to reach the Fifth Tier!"
"The current situation won't give us that kind of time!"
"By then, many people will die, including you, including me!"
"It's over. It's already over!"
Roger interrupted Jora. In his consciousness, only a short moment seemed to have passed, but in the outside world, Jora was already bearing countless attacks.
The Hunter's Cabin, like a greedy black hole, was madly absorbing Life Essence. If time allowed, Roger suspected it might really drain all of it dry.
