Bab 511: Versus “Gaia” and “Poseidon” (End) Part I

“Father, Father!”

The small voice shouted out of worry. The little one was trying to push the bigger body of her father up on the water as much as she could. Mona Lisa had to kick her feet to keep herself floating until her father became conscious again.

But Wisana remained still. Right now, half his face was sunk in the sea. His body was beaten but not enough to kill him. That was probably because Mona Lisa was holding him up as she kept swimming to find something to hang on to. But the fact was, the father and daughter were washed away to the middle of the sea.

And Mona Lisa definitely did not have enough strength to carry her father and fly back to Alexander!

“Come on, Father. Wake up! I can’t do this anymore.”

The little girl complained with a pouting face as she tried her best to help her father float in the sea.

They were sent excessively far from the battle, in a distance where Alexander ship and even Gaia were like small dots in their sight.