"Now you can die... huh?"
The Female Warrior Chief suddenly froze.
Andrew was still in a half-kneeling position, his legs trembling, clearly too weak to stand.
But Andrew suddenly raised a hand and grabbed the Female Warrior Chief's wrist.
"...I thought you could keep your composure throughout." Andrew's voice emerged from his lowered face, incredibly weak, yet carrying a sense of inexplicable excitement that puzzled the Female Warrior Chief, "Thank you! If you had kept holding back and not attacked me, I would really be in a pickle."
The shield formed from the condensed black water transformed again, this time into long black ropes, binding the Female Warrior Chief's body and limbs tightly like how crabs are tied during autumn in the world before.
Then, like the police in movies handcuffing themselves to a suspect, Andrew also tied himself and the Female Warrior Chief's wrist together!
