"They're trying to break out to the northwest! Hurry and close in on them! We absolutely cannot let them escape again!"
An urgent shout suddenly rang out, as though tearing through the silent night sky.
Immediately, the seven or eight teams closing in from every direction swiftly changed course, converging on their targets like ravenous tigers pouncing on prey.
"Charge out! We can't let them complete the encirclement!"
The corners of Ying Ming Hao's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a barely perceptible, sly smile.
He had deliberately pretended to be trying to break through to the northwest. Sure enough, the feint successfully drew the enemies' attention, and they took the bait without hesitation.
Seeing this, the two enemy forces blocking the north and west turned around and raced straight toward the northwest.
For a moment, obvious weaknesses appeared in the northeastern and southwestern defensive lines, creating two enormous gaps.
Despite such favorable circumstances, Ying Ming Hao did not rush to change course.
He knew the ideal moment had not yet arrived. Turning too early might instead put the enemies on their guard.
Only after throwing all the pursuers around them into disarray and scattering them could they find a safer, faster way to escape.
Following behind, Wang Teng, Gu Xinghai, and the others watched the enemies draw ever closer, and panic welled up in their hearts.
Their hearts beat faster and faster, until they could almost hear them pounding in their chests.
Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, silently waiting for Ying Ming Hao's crucial instruction from up ahead. The moment he ordered a change of direction, they would turn at full speed and flee the danger.
"Now! Turn around immediately!"
His gaze blazing like a torch, Ying Ming Hao stared at the two teams ahead that had already closed ranks,