Abel's Combat Squad was squeezed into a narrow area. Two Ghost Guardian Knights struggled to hold the front line, but each Ghost Guardian Knight had four or five Kings of Death in front of it, their dual battle axes hacking down at blinding speed.
If not for the Druidic sub-soul constantly using Full Vitality Potions, they would have been slaughtered countless times already.
Even so, three of the five Ghost Guardian Knights were lost, leaving only two.
The remaining gaps were blocked by three God Tier Holy Knights, but they were also struggling badly.
From time to time, a King of Death broke through their defensive line and entered the rear. The remaining Ghost Guardian Knights and Holy Knights would then move forward to block it.
The space was simply too narrow, allowing the Kings of Death to attack Abel directly.
"Damn it!" Abel cursed.
In this environment, engaging the Kings of Death in close combat made his heart tremble with fear.
"Confuse!" He did not want to use this curse, but given the situation, he had no choice. Only this curse spell could reduce the pressure on his Combat Squad.
A dark-red cloud of curses surged, followed by countless points of light raining down onto the Kings of Death.
The Kings of Death lost their senses and began attacking one another.
The Kings of Death near the Combat Squad did not stop attacking. Confuse only affected the Hell Creatures that were not under attack.
Even so, it was enough for the Combat Squad to adjust its formation and clear out a patch of ground to stand on.
Just then, white transparent figures appeared above the heads of the Kings of Death. These transparent figures had been drawn over by Confuse.
"Retreat!" Abel ordered loudly without the slightest hesitation.
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