The fight didn't last long. Those Winged Clan powerhouses suddenly scattered and fled—like they'd gotten an order from somewhere.
Even the group that had been hounding Ethan nonstop gave up without hesitation, then turned and bolted into the distance.
Ethan scratched the back of his head. A second later, it clicked. Roc must've won on its side of the battlefield. These Winged Clan guys had gotten the message and collectively ran for their lives.
Dopey and Aerisara chased after them and killed a few dozen more, but after that the rest of the Winged Clan had already vanished into who-knew-where. They had no choice but to stop.
The Winged Clan were fast. With this many splitting up and fleeing in all directions, there was no way they could keep them all. Killing some was better than killing none.
Ethan flew back to the main battlefield. When he saw the Winged Clan corpses littering the ground, excitement flared in his eyes.
