Before the spear shadows filling the sky could fall, a hand had already settled on Talos's shoulder. Its pressure was light, yet it carried an irresistible steadiness.
"If I let you charge ahead, what would be the point of calling me your lord?" With the voice came a gentle yet irresistible force.
Talos felt his burly body hurled backward like a sandbag. Blue-black divine power enveloped him, sending him flying back along the route he had come.
"My lord!" Talos roared until his voice cracked.
He wanted to break free of that divine power and charge back-an attack fueled by Sovereign's Might was no joke. He could not leave his lord there alone.
But before he could exert himself, a hand reached over from beside him and firmly gripped his arm.
"Stop shouting, old Talos. If Boss stayed behind, that means he's confident." Wangcai's voice was deeper than usual, the distant battlefield's constantly erupting multicolored light reflected in those purple eyes. "Besides, if Boss wants to leave, that piece of trash can't stop him. We'd only hold him back by staying there."
"But-" Talos's bull-like eyes widened. Waves of battle fluctuations battered his senses from afar, each one sending his instincts for the Destruction Rule screaming in warning.
"Oh, enough with the buts." Wangcai pulled his arm, retreating with the momentum of that push. "Let's use the remaining force and get out of here quickly. If you stay, Boss will have to split his attention to protect you. Trust me, that Miller won't amount to anything." Talos ground his teeth audibly, but ultimately retreated into the distance with Wangcai.
He knew the Qilin was right-in a battle at this level, he would only be a burden if he stayed.
At the center of the battlefield, Loa rolled his shoulders.
Wangcai