Meanwhile, Chen Mu and his companions were closing in like a gale.
Anderson Strick stepped forward and said firmly to Nelson and the others, "Nelson, get out of here. Leave this to me."
With that, he resolutely turned to face the Soul Masters poised to attack and murmured, "Blood Explosion Disintegration Art."
In an instant, crimson light enveloped his body, and blood-red soul power ignited the Treasure Saber in his hand, turning it into a flaming blade from hell.
This forbidden art was even more terrifying than the Blood Explosion Art. It granted greater combat power, but once unleashed, death awaited the caster nine times out of ten.
Anderson's courage was like a spark that ignited the fighting spirit in the other Wolf Bandits. Many of their leaders stopped, ready to fight shoulder to shoulder with him.
Even Deputy Guard Commander Anos Rahman Khan turned and charged back without hesitation. But as he passed Nelson Astana, he lowered his voice, his tone filled with resolve. "Commander, leave this to us. You must make it back to the tribe alive. Remember, don't stop, and don't look back. The tribe's future rests with you."
Nelson Astana's heart jolted at those words. Anderson's sacrifice had already surprised him, and Anos's decision stirred an even more tangled mixture of emotions within him.
It seemed that Anos and the others, You'an included, truly regarded him as their Guard Commander.
This sudden trust and solemn charge burdened him with a sense of responsibility and pressure unlike anything he had ever known.
He struggled inwardly, his blood boiling. He wanted to stay and stand with his brothers through life and death. He, too, was a man of mettle.
Lord Dashi Rahman Khan's words kept echoing in his ears, driving him onward. "At the critical moment, you must