The soldiers wondered how they were going to fight the Libation Fiesta. After all, they could stop fighter jets and even destroy their helicopters.
"Don't lose hope! We can't let them trample on our pride!"
Some officers shouted. There were at least three Tier 8 humans among them, so it was quite concerning for Clovis.
He only wanted to escape, not to start a massacre.
Although he had killed so many people, it was to escape from the tower. If they killed the soldiers chasing after them, it would be obvious that they were going to brand them a terrorist organization.
However, before the soldiers even managed to reach him, a silhouette leaped into the air.
"Clovis Hacfield!" That silhouette shouted a name.
Clovis's expression turned grim. He could see who the person was. As they expected, because this place was the least dangerous, they expected this place to be protected by the Sword Saint, the weakest rank 9 at the moment.
