No choice, Oxford had sent over fifty thousand men to kill them, while they only had a little over thirty thousand, a near twenty thousand shortfall.
That meant each of them would have to fight several people by themselves; they simply couldn't help Lionel Yeager.
"I'm fine!"
Lionel Yeager replied, then said loudly, "Everyone, rest assured, I will definitely kill these two guys!"
"Mm!"
The people nodded their heads.
"You brat, you're already almost done for, yet you still dare talk about killing us, can you even do it?"
The Dark Judgment Leader, standing on the sea in the distance, had blood flowing from his mouth as he looked fiercely at Lionel Yeager.
He could tell that Lionel's condition was starting to deteriorate sharply, and the aura and pressure emanating from his body wasn't as strong as before.
"Judgment Leader, no need to waste words with this kid, quickly take him down now!"
The Eternal Night Magician roared.