Chapter 1139 Power of the Demigod

• Only Anya heard the snap of fingers. In that instant, the whole world seemed to freeze. Every shell hung in the air above the yacht. People on board were stunned, their minds blank. The closest shell hovered less than a yard above Anya’s head. Half-dazed, she even reached up and touched it. The metal was scorching, the flames still licking inside—if it dropped, it would blow in a heartbeat.
• “Hey.” Damon King had to nudge the captain. “You gonna move, or wait for the shells to fall?”
• That reminder jolted the captain. He shuddered, then gunned the engines, steering out from under the rain of fire.