Luo Zheng coughed several times, feeling blood coming out again. His face became even gloomier, his brows furrowed, tiger-like eyes slightly narrowed, sparkling with a sharp glint, and he shook his head saying, "No, this is a battle between Jackson and me. So many people from the Hook Tribe have died. If I don't go, I won't be at peace for a lifetime. Don't persuade me anymore, everyone move quickly." His words carried an undeniable dominance and strong battle spirit.
Everyone's expression turned solemn, and Lan Xue didn't say more either, for everyone has their own pride and dignity to protect, even if it means paying with their life, especially soldiers. Everyone quickly evacuated the battlefield and ran toward the valley. Soon, the Scholar led the team and charged up, although they suffered losses, they carried the dead and wounded away with them.
