"Damn it, if any of you dare to run, I'll kill you all!" Wu Liang screamed in anger as he saw the soldiers at the front running and those behind attempting to do the same.
The soldiers stopped momentarily, but no sooner had Wu Liang turned his back than they resumed running.
At this moment, everyone was seeking survival.
Mo Batian had always been near Wu Liang, ensuring Wu Liang's imminent demise.
Once Wu Liang was dead, Wu Quanhai wouldn't know about their escape.
Before long, only a few dozen of his loyal comrades remained with Wu Liang.
"My lord, what should we do now?" The terrified loyal comrades asked.
If they weren't constantly attached to Wu Liang, they would want to flee immediately.
They hadn't expected Mo Batian to be so formidable, adept at undermining their strengths.
Originally there were two or three thousand soldiers, and now only a few dozen were left. What was happening?
At this moment, Mo Huasong and Zeng Chunyu stepped forward.
