"Your Highness, he killed more people than the Li Nation opposite."
"Why don't we retreat? If this continues, we'll be wiped out."
"We can't die in vain."
The group was in a panic. If Qian Wuji wasn't beside them, they would have fled.
However, even if he fled, it would be quite difficult with the Li Nation in front and the Blood-Robed old ghost behind.
"Hahaha!"
On the Li Nation's side, a burly young barbarian wearing vine armor and Dharma treasures laughed. "Qian Wuji, hand over the token and I will let you leave. Otherwise, all of you will die here."
Qian Wuji's Spear was like a dragon as he released a powerful attack to block the Li Nation's long-range attack. His body trembled.
"How could this be!"
He could not accept the current situation.
These one hundred-odd people were all his subordinates. Now that half of the future geniuses of the Qian Nation had died, how was he going to report back?
