The speed was so fast that the mercenaries barely had time to react. Many of them cast spells that hit nothing but air or fizzled out halfway.
Sol reacted swiftly, intending to directly intercept O'Neill.
But unlike the previous one-on-one fight, as he prepared to do so, several Tiger-men retreated from O'Neill's side and attacked him together, forcibly repelling his attack.
By the time other mercenaries reached Sol's side, the Beastmen had already fled.
"Useless!" Sol couldn't help but curse as he looked at the group of mercenaries.
He had to swallow his rage in the end.
"I don't know, those Beastmen are too fierce; a moment's lapse in attention and they'll send you flying. We were so focused on fighting them that we couldn't spare any effort to do anything else."
"These Beastmen are too cunning; they're doing it on purpose."
"It seems like their goal was just to capture people."
"..."
One after another, they hurriedly spoke, clearly not trying to shirk responsibility.
