Footsteps sounded from nearby.
A young Witch Spirit man wearing a cyan robe, his hair tied back, leaped from a building and landed in front of Han Ning and the others.
"It's one of the Marquis's guards."
Hassuning quickly sized up the newcomer, then explained to the others in a low voice.
Just as the young man finished speaking, a multicolored Spiritual Light flared up around him.
Five Soul Beasts of various forms rushed out from the tall building, arriving before the defensive line. They raised a massive Spiritual Shield, one that instantly spanned several hundred kilometers, to protect the other retreating Beast Masters.
Many of the Beast Masters stationed on the front line were already covered in injuries, panting for breath.
The number of Sea Soul Beasts was simply too great. As soon as they killed one wave, another would arrive. Injuries were inevitable.
"Thank you for your assistance, sir."
The guard greeted Han Ning and his group warmly while evacuating the area.
