The commanders of the Human Clan nearly misspoke, fortunate to correct themselves in time—an oversight with their direct superior was at stake.
Particularly this one, renowned for his pettiness despite his dedication to the Human Clan; any careless talk could result in a costly disaster.
Thus, they all sent out messages, hoping Gary Smith would take command.
After all, he was best known for his bullying tactics, maximizing both casualties and gains—a solid gold supporter.
Ding!
Soon, they received a response, surprised and delighted, yet the content of the message drained their color.
Because it contained just one word...
Retreat!
"Retreat!"
Being veterans of the battlefield, the commanders instantly understood, swiftly commanding the Mechanical Beast Legion to cover the rear, aiding the Beastmasters in an orderly retreat.
This scene baffled the powerhouses of the Multiracial Camp.
But the next second,
Boom!
