Ducal suddenly spoke at this moment, "His Highness Swain once said that if he is absent, and the entire team is without a leader, I will lead. Do you obey?"
Ducal glared, swept over everyone, and finally fixed his gaze on Kent, who was holding Delvana.
Everyone showed unhappy expressions. At such a critical moment, was Ducal still trying to seize power? What was the use of even usurping the throne? What did this guy want to do?
As everyone was contemplating, Delvana suddenly said calmly, "I obey!"
Delvana's words surprised everyone. At this moment, Ducal glared and shouted, "Very good. Since His Highness Swain's deputy has no objections, then from now on, we will do our best to clear a path for you! I ask you to break through with all your might and send our vice-commander back safely!!!"
Everyone instantly understood Ducal's actions, and Delvana, as if she had already guessed, decisively responded, "No, His Highness Swain asked me to bring you back. If we go, we go together."
At this time, Mestor slightly shook his head, "Do not insult the resolve of everyone!"
Mestor's tone was filled with sorrow.
After speaking, he turned his head away with a hint of reluctance and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
At this moment, Kent had handed Delvana over to the team's priests for care and treatment.
Then he gently stretched his limbs and said, "I will unleash a full-strength attack to open a gap, and then we will charge out together. The matters after that, I will entrust to all of you, brothers!"
Prince Kent of the Centaur tribe rarely spoke, but for him to call someone a brother meant that he had already acknowledged these people in his heart.
Even though these people, essentially, all had many flaws, their strengths were also so apparent.
Three hundred people roared in unison, erupting like ten thousand!
With a resolve to die, the aura emanating from each person changed.
Tragic, ferocious, yet filled with courage, passion, loyalty, and bravery.
Amidst their shouts that made the Four Demon Kings feel a shiver of apprehension, Kent had already prepared himself, gathering all his power.
He unleashed his full-strength attack first, his objective being to create a gap for breakthrough.
This was his responsibility, his mission, his expressed determination!
Kent, holding a metal spear in one hand and a mechanical shield in the other, charged out without hesitation, with an indomitable spirit.
Even if the opponent was a wall so solid it couldn't be broken, he still had the spirit and determination to smash a hole through it. This… was Kent's resolve.
He charged headlong towards one of the most severely injured Demon Kings, the King of Fear.
Facing Kent's full-strength attack, the King of Fear's expression turned extremely ugly, but even so, he remained very calm, quickly preparing himself and meeting Kent's attack with a direct clash.
The other three Demon Kings attacked simultaneously. Their target was Delvana, who was being treated in Mestor's arms.
As for the others, once Delvana was killed, they could be dealt with at leisure.
The Four Demon Kings were surprised to discover that, following Delvana, Kent also performed more terrifyingly than they had imagined. However, unlike Delvana, whose mind was hot and excessively impulsive, Kent seemed very rational.
Immense energy was unleashed from Kent's spear, the surging power spreading out like a hurricane, creating an unprecedented might.
The King of Fear's face instantly showed an expression of extreme complexity and shock, and he quickly made defensive preparations to withstand the power generated by the metal spear.
While resisting in astonishment, Kent let out a light shout, "Go!"
With that, he led everyone and successfully broke out of the Four Demon Kings' encirclement, charging towards Saint Tiroman without looking back.
Kent broke open the path and led the team forward towards Saint Tiroman as swiftly as a shooting star.
Although he had broken through, Kent had also suffered considerable damage.
His face was ashen, and his breathing had become extremely difficult. Several times, he had blood at the tip of his tongue but swallowed it back down. In his extreme state, he dared not show any weakness.
Firstly, he had overdrafted his internal energy, and secondly, the formidable defensive shield of the King of Fear had reflected some of his damage.
The team's morale was currently high, and he couldn't let his own condition drag everyone down.
Hold on, he must persevere.
He couldn't let everyone discover that he had been seriously injured in the clash with the King of Fear, otherwise, the entire team would surely not be able to hold on.
A mouthful of blood surged up his throat again. Kent placed his shield behind his back, clutching his chest, on the verge of spitting out blood. Although he managed to suppress it again, a few drops of blood still seeped faintly from his mouth.
Ducal, who was galloping forward, suddenly felt his face slightly damp.
He touched it in surprise, and red blood appeared on his fingers. Ducal's expression immediately changed, his eyes flickered, and after a deep glance at Kent, who was charging at the forefront, he instantly understood everything.
Ducal took several deep breaths in quick succession and suddenly shouted, "Enough, brothers! Let us escort them this far. Now prepare yourselves, if the Four Demon Kings dare to pursue us, they will know our power!"
"Good!!!"
Under Ducal's leadership, this group let out hearty laughter.
They showed no regret or guilt for their subsequent insane actions, as if they were doing something perfectly normal. Their laughter revealed a surge of generosity and passion.
However, anyone could tell that they were doomed!
Their attempt to stop the Four Demon Kings would likely not succeed even with their own blood and bodies.
Kent mustered his last ounce of strength and shouted loudly, his tone devoid of pain or sorrow, replaced by intense pride, pride for these people, pride for these warriors.
A powerful killing intent surged forth like a tidal wave, a mentality called awe, representing a resolute state of mind, erupted from this group.
The Four Demon Kings truly did not understand why they were afraid of these beings who were clearly so much weaker than them. In their eyes, such people were like ants, never to be taken seriously at any time.
The Four Demon Kings occupied high positions. Even when executing the Elder Three's mission, they felt no need to sacrifice themselves.
Furthermore, dealing with these lower beings did not pose any threat to them.
However, the Four Demon Kings suddenly realized that this mission was not as simple as they had imagined.
"Kill!!!"
A tragic killing intent erupted once more, and with a resolve to die, they initiated the attack first!
These people had long since cast aside the thought of life and death.
Even if they chose to slaughter them now, they would still pounce forward without regard, using their flesh and blood to block their attacks. Even if one of them was killed, they would use their bodies and their life's final strength to seal all attacks and kill the opponent.
In order to inflict even the slightest damage on the Demon Kings, they had completely disregarded everything else.