Jonard had no choice but to issue the order to retreat, as Jebson and the other two who attacked the stronghold gathered around him.
The members of Hunting Team 9 hung their heads in dejection. Excluding the thirty members and three Human Body Limit powerhouses in other directions, among the seventy members at his side, thirty-nine had died. Losing more than half made his heart ablaze with anger.
Even though Jebson and the other two were also furious, they had no choice but to accept this searing humiliation.
Jonard stared in the direction of the stronghold, his killing intent almost tangible as it emanated and stirred around him.
"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, what a Ye Fan, I won't rest until I get even with you. I swear not to be human if this vendetta isn't avenged," Jonard vowed to himself.
He turned his head and glanced at Jebson, speaking in a lukewarm tone, "Is your injury okay?"
"Just a minor wound, nothing serious," Jebson replied, gritting his teeth against the pain.
