Failure, Abandoned Pawn

Gabri knew he could not hold on much longer.

Fighting two Crown Tier warriors alone, his left arm was almost useless, no longer able to raise his warhammer.

Turk's axe had also carved a half-meter-long wound across his chest, deep enough to expose bone. The lingering Crown Tier power within it made it impossible for his healing spell to close the wound. Countless wounds of varying sizes covered the rest of his body, and the blood pouring from them had nearly turned him into a man of blood.

At this moment, he could feel his life force rapidly slipping away beyond his control.

Yet his gaze remained fixed on Gana, hovering in the air.

According to the intelligence provided by Faoken, he knew full well that the Phantom Eagle Clan's Harpies were the only troops in the allied army capable of quickly withdrawing and relaying information. Unless the ambushing army sealed off the valley's aerial exit after the allied army reached Blood Oath Rock, this Eastern Expeditionary Army would never truly lose its chance to retreat. And as the Phantom Eagle Clan's chieftain, she would never recklessly put herself in danger once the armies formally clashed. She would most likely remain in the rear to command. Therefore, before he died, he had to take her down with him.

Only then could the subsequent ambush be completely foolproof!

At that thought, a fierce glint flashed through Gabri's eyes. He immediately took a deep breath and swung his warhammer, forcing Turk back. Then he raised his left hand to press against the bleeding wound on his chest, stared straight at Victor, who had yet to make a move, and roared, "Victor! Black Panther!"

Hearing Gabri call out to him, Victor remained unmoved. He merely patted the restless Dread Panther beneath him, then