There was no time to think. On the battlefield outside the city, the two figures immediately clashed in a fierce battle.
After twenty rounds, Fisher had basically confirmed that his opponent was weaker than him!
But even so, in a battle between two Vajra Realm experts, it was impossible to determine the victor in a short time.
Especially since his opponent, like him, had no obvious emphasis on speed or strength and possessed extremely well-rounded abilities. This made their battle even more deadlocked.
Under such circumstances, the value of the main forces beyond the two of them became apparent.
Normally speaking, the large group of slaves on the other side could never have been a match for their regular soldiers. But the problem was that there were an astonishing number of slaves!
With their new and old grudges piled together, the slaves, who wielded farm tools and did not even have a decent piece of equipment on them, erupted with astonishing combat power.
As one side waxed and the other waned, the Black soldiers under Fisher really were caught off guard.
At the same time, they gradually realized that these barefoot people were not afraid of those wearing shoes. Their opponents could even throw their lives away without hesitation, all just to kill them! These slaves had come to avenge themselves!!
After one clash, the two Vajra Realm experts had yet to determine a victor, but the Black soldiers under Fisher had already grown fearful because of the enemy's ferocious fighting style. They began losing their will to fight, and the entire army showed signs of collapse.
"Fuck! Retreat!!!"
Realizing that the situation was bad, Fisher hurriedly ordered a retreat.
As the rebel leader and a Vajra Realm expert, the enemy had directly ruined his plan to "capture the leader