At the brink of life and death, everyone's fighting spirit surged, resembling wounded tigers. Lan Xue's words deeply moved Luo Zheng, but he knew now was not the time for tender sentiments; they hadn't reached a dead end yet. His expression darkened as he shouted loudly, "What are you fighting for? Retreat quickly."
"Where should we retreat to?" Ghost Hand and others looked at Luo Zheng in surprise, even Lan Xue turned to look.
Luo Zheng pointed to the pool and ordered, "I'll cover our backs, hurry up."
Startled, Lan Xue and the others quickly ran to the edge of the pool and burst into laughter, feeling the exhilaration of having survived a disaster. In such critical times, no one played the hero, and they all jumped in. War isn't a soap opera, where hesitation only wastes time. Leaving a second earlier gave those covering the rear a better chance at survival.