His complexion wasn't too bad.
Ya Shitian checked her bones again; they were fine.
He breathed a sigh of relief, "It's nothing, probably just fainted."
Jon followed suit with a sigh of relief.
They helped Ye Anqi sit up properly in the chair and fastened her seatbelt, just in case they encountered another incident.
Suddenly, Mo Shisan spoke grimly, "Master, the submarine's tail fin is malfunctioning."
Ya Shitian frowned and went over to inspect.
The missile had indeed damaged the submarine.
The submarine hadn't sustained too much damage yet, but traveling under such high-pressure conditions underwater would surely cause problems soon.
"Check if there's a problem with the spare submarine."
Mo Shisan checked the monitors, "No problem."
However, the spare submarine was very small, only enough for two people, not even fitting an extra one.
Yet there were four of them...
