The Extreme Cold Ancient Eagles kept up their assault, but the humans had suffered heavy losses, leaving Frank feeling helpless.
Still, he said nothing. Nothing unusual had happened on Tianshan this year, after all, so only ordinary mercenary groups had come to hunt for treasure. Naturally, they were somewhat weaker.
He immediately looked toward the members of the Evil Heaven Pavilion, who were fending off the Extreme Cold Ancient Eagles on the other side, and shouted.
"Everyone from the Evil Heaven Pavilion, please give us a hand! We can't hold out much longer!"
Yet despite there being relatively few Extreme Cold Ancient Eagles around them—only enough for a handful of Advanced Mages to handle—the members of the Evil Heaven Pavilion acted as though they were facing a formidable enemy. They sweated profusely, as if several monarch-level demons stood before them.
Xiao Hui cast spells at a Warrior Level Extreme Cold Ancient Eagle in front of him, sweat beading on his forehead as he put on a show of facing a terrible foe.
As he fended off its attacks, he answered in a strained voice.
"There's nothing we can do. We have quite a few Extreme Cold Ancient Eagles over here too, and we have to keep the Pavilion Master safe. We really can't spare anyone to help you."
Damn it, you only have a few Commander Level ones and a dozen or so Warrior Level ones over there! Who are you trying to fool, pretending you're struggling? If you don't want to help, just say so!
Frank gritted his teeth in fury, his face twisting with anger as he glared at Mo Xie and his companions. But there was nothing he could do.
"Everyone, get out of here! We need to go back and recover. We'll return to the Tianshan