"Orcshit!!" Obi cursed. Their enemies were already on the brink of defeat.
These bastards only lasted so long because of their equipment—which still had high durability at the start—and the fact that they (the Golds) had been weakened and were injured before the fight.
If they just had enough time, they'd have defeated them already and run away by now!
However, he knew there was no use being annoyed now. All they could do was defeat the enemies before the new team came in. They'd have to take a risk and use most of their remaining mana to deal with these bastards so they could make a run for it.
Obi twisted the spear in his hand. With a quick movement of the wrist, a narrow line of fire appeared in its path.
[Used! Fire String]
Don't look at it appearing like a thin string, this was a highly concentrated force that consumed a lot of mana.
