Sudden Change! The Wolf Bandit Leader Arrives!

Nelson looked around, glancing at the ever-growing number of men and horses surging in like a tide. The situation was becoming more and more dangerous, and he knew there was no way to keep fighting today.

So he suddenly turned, his silver spear flashing. After striking with all his might, he shot backward and successfully broke away.

He gave Ma Liang and Zhu Wuneng a cold glance, the corner of his mouth curling into a sneer. "I'll remember today's grudge, I, Nelson. One day, I'll make you pay."

With that, he quickly turned, merged into the other wolf bandits, and withdrew.

Ma Liang and Zhu Wuneng exchanged a glance, then spread their wings and soared, chasing closely after him.

They were extremely fast, and soon caught up with the wolf bandit force ahead.

Just moments earlier, in one corner of the smoke-filled battlefield, Milo's fall had struck Clark's heart and soul like a bolt from the blue.

However, the battle situation was already clear as day. The left and right flanks had been smashed apart, while the main force in the center was being focus-fired by the soul masters and was retreating step by step.

Of the four great commanders, Bevin Vasquez and Milo Rahman Khan were dead, Nelson Astana had been forced to withdraw after being outmatched and was now tied down, and only the other commander, Anderson Strick, was still fighting Zhang Feng back and forth.

As for himself, the wounds he had suffered a few days ago had not fully healed, and now that he had encountered Li Jinghua again, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

Yet the situation on a battlefield changed in an instant, allowing no time for hesitation or grief.

Clark quickly regained his usual calm and decisively ordered, "Everyone, retreat!"

In truth,