Lin Xi's words were like a basin of ice-cold snow water poured over Dai Mubai from head to toe, extinguishing the tiny spark that had just flared in his heart with a hiss.
The thrill of victory, the exhilarating release—everything was gone.
All that remained was a bone-piercing chill and burning humiliation.
No strategy?
It took so long?
Dai Mubai's lips moved, but he could not force out a single word.
Yes, they had won.
But it had been an ugly victory.
If Tang San's Eight Spider Lances had not broken through the Wolf King's defenses at the last moment, how much longer would they have had to wear that beast down? No one could say.
Everyone had been fighting on their own. That so-called teamwork had been no sturdier than paper.
"Your criticism is justified, Senior." Tang San lowered his head, his voice sincere.
Lin Xi had not said a single wrong word. They had wanted victory too badly, wanted too badly to prove themselves. Dai Mubai especially had poured all his pent-up frustration into his fists, completely forgetting that he had teammates behind him.
And Tang San himself had indeed revealed the Eight Spider Lances too soon. In a place like this, one more trump card meant one more chance to survive.
The mercenary captain named Kuang Xi was a seasoned veteran. One look at the atmosphere told him exactly what he needed to do.
This stunningly beautiful young girl looked like the youngest among them, yet she was clearly the backbone of the group.
Her bearing was nothing like that of a teenage girl.
With just one indifferent glance from her, Kuang Xi felt a chill run down the back of his neck, as though some ancient beast had fixed its gaze on him. The blood in