The battlefield was nearly a one-sided slaughter. The monsters held all the cards, and there was no suspense at all.
Seeing this, Sheng Wen couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.
"Alas!" Sheng Wen let out a sigh.
The monsters had an overwhelming advantage. It made Sheng Wen feel utterly despairing.
The situation was extremely dangerous for humanity. If the fighting continued like this, they wouldn't be able to hold Battlefield No. 8.
"Elder, if this goes on and we don't withdraw, we're probably finished," the guard said, watching Sheng Wen's expression with growing concern.
With the battle in this state—and Bai Yongfeng dead—they wouldn't be able to hold Battlefield No. 8.
If they stayed, they'd only be used as cannon fodder and killed!
"Who could have imagined things would turn out like this?" Sheng Wen replied with a bitter smile.
Then he looked up at the battlefield and said, "Let's go! First, we'll get our Sheng Family prodigies out of here. Otherwise, we'll truly be in danger."
"But Elder, the monsters and our human forces are already locked in battle. If we leave now, won't the human prodigies suffer heavy casualties?" the guard asked quietly.
"What else can we do? Should we just stand by and watch our Sheng Family's elites get slaughtered? We can't afford that kind of loss," Sheng Wen said helplessly.
Hearing this, the guard hesitated. He looked at Sheng Wen, unsure what to decide.
"Alas, so be it!" Sheng Wen sighed at the guard's hesitation.
"Elder..." The guard looked at the carnage on the battlefield, still wanting to try to persuade him.
"Enough! The situation doesn't leave us room to hesitate. We have no choice but to leave," Sheng Wen said helplessly.
"This..." The guard's expression shifted several times. At last, he nodded and