"I must find a place to stabilize my wounds and consolidate my realm... Damn Amethyst Race, you might not care for your life, but I do!"
He glanced back at the intense battlefield in the distance, then quickly left.
He was in a very foul mood.
"Rust and Blue Leopard, these two old dogs with their scheming minds didn't help me when I was fighting desperately, and when I had severely wounded the opponent, they came to scavenge, still pretending to be the good guys... Damn it, it turns out I'm the outcast!"
The more Roman thought about it, the angrier he became. Then he forcibly calmed himself down and, after thinking for a moment, discovered that this was actually for the best.
With Sulca holding back Blue Leopard and Rust, he was able to escape smoothly.
Otherwise, he would surely be killed by them and have the resources of the Nine Cities Alliance from the past nearly sixty years divided up and devoured!