章 2040: At wit's end _1

The death of the leader of the spell casters meant that the group had no leader, and the camp collapsed rapidly like a mountain.

The spellcasters and soldiers who were bombarded by the artillery had irrepressible fear on their faces. They ran toward the forest behind them without hesitation.

Even if the forest was equally dangerous, they could no longer care. They only wanted to leave this terrifying purgatory battlefield as soon as possible.

Never in their wildest dreams would they have thought that one day, they would be beaten so miserably by desperators who regarded them as rats on the battlefield.

However, how could it be so easy to leave? how many people could survive a real life-and-death battle?

The moment the fleeing soldiers entered the forest, the monster that was intimidated by the gunfire and did not dare to come forward immediately rushed out and blocked the soldiers 'escape path.