As time passed, the battle was becoming more and more disadvantageous to the old Butler and the others. The average strength of the black bee bandits was much higher than them.
Coupled with careful preparation, it was not something they could resist.
They watched as the guards fell one after another, dying at their hands.
The remaining people were also retreating towards this side.
The old Butler was anxious and said to the people in the carriage,"young miss, find a chance to break out of the encirclement. This old servant will go too!"
He turned around.
Looking at the black Hornet bandits charging at him, the old Butler's expression was one of madness. He growled,"thief, hand over your life!"
With a leap, the strength of a third-grade Grandmaster exploded.
He struck out with his palm, killing two black bee bandits with a single blow.