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Taking advantage of the War Robots going off to deal with the Hundred-Eyed Demon, Jindai Yunlo, Wang Xiaojiu, and the entire Qing Air Force Fleet all pulled out in a hurry; nobody wanted to just die out here in the middle of nowhere.
The trump card King Roosevelt had paid for with his life was definitely not something they could beat just by shouting a few slogans. If they really stayed to fight to the bitter end, there wouldn't even be bone fragments left of them.
The group scrambled over mountains and ridges, and Li Dongze pushed everyone forward with currents of air, helping them pick up speed.
On Ye Wan's back, Jindai Yunlo was yelling encouragement, while March took out a tiny hand drum and began beating it in rhythm.
The moment they heard the drum, everyone ran like they'd just mainlined chicken blood, sprinting like crazy as if they had endless strength.
