C681 First Level Flame

"Lin Hao, what's our move?"

Retreating to Lin Hao's side, Xing Tian's expression was grave as he asked, "Do we take them on, or do we pull out?"

"It's too late to retreat; we're encircled."

Lin Hao surveyed the tightening ring of mages and Two-Horned Beasts, his brow furrowing slightly. "Be ready," he commanded with a steely voice. "If anything seems off, run at once