When Sloan saw Darryl's palm struck the ground, her face turned pale and icy cold!

He had killed countless New World soldiers with only one hit.

Sloan's heart clenched; she was distracted. Cindy, who was beside her, saw the opportunity for an attack. So, she hit Sloan's shoulder with the shiny Lily Lamp on her hands.

Bang!

Sloan fell a few steps backward; her face looked terrible.

For battles among the elites, it was normal to defeat one's opponent with just one hit. Sloan had suffered internal injuries when the Lily Lamp hit her.

"Retreat! Let's retreat. Hurry, retreat!"

At that moment, someone from the New World shouted. Next, many of the armies began to retreat; they looked terrified!

The soldiers were not stupid; they knew that they commanded had been injured. There was no way to continue the battle. Sloan was New World's female warlord. She had fought many battles for many years, and no one had been able to injure her. However, she was injured then, so how could they conti