At this moment, the Witch Race officer, ready to charge out and meet Ausbu, felt utterly confused.
The next moment, they saw Ausbu and his people crazily retreating.
"Damn, why is Ausbu retreating?"
"Damn it, could he have been frightened by the number of the Shadow Legion?"
"That's impossible; fleeing during wartime is a capital offense, and Ausbu will be eternally nailed to the pillar of shame of the Witch Race!"
Ausbu ignored these guys.
Right now.
He only remembered Han Xing's words.
Which were to run!
Run as far as possible!
On Gus's side, he immediately issued orders to these Witch Race officers to hurry back to Warhawk City.
The ancient war chariots and Witch Race soldiers, ready to charge forward, began retreating toward Warhawk City.
The next moment, Han Xing pressed the button on the Hellfire Missile Silo.
Moreover, it was fired from five hundred silos simultaneously!
Boom! Boom boom boom!
As waves of ghastly green flames shot into the sky.
