Even the most optimistic, confident person could not utter a single word of encouragement...
In their hearts, Commander Lin was the symbol of invincibility, but the disparity in momentum between the two sides was simply too great... Before this overwhelming sea of enemies, that crimson figure who seemed capable of holding up the heavens was just as tiny as an ant.
Zhao Zhengbin stared fixedly at the screen, his chest heaving violently. His nails dug deep into his palms, as though he could not feel the pain at all.
The entire shelter hall was deathly silent... It was as if the dark mountain on the screen had already pressed down upon everyone's hearts.
Why were there so many monsters?? There had to be hundreds of thousands at least, right?
Hundreds of thousands? There were at least a million just in the footage! The total number was probably far greater than that!
God, were those twenty all gods?? With such a massive difference in numbers, how were they supposed to fight?!
Where were the other Night Watchmen? Where had all the other Night Watchmen gone?!
How could Commander Lin possibly stop so many gods by himself?
He couldn't stop them. With these numbers, there was no way he could stop them... Even if he could protect himself, the millions in the shelters would surely die!
No matter how powerful Commander Lin was, he couldn't possibly protect everyone...
With a lineup like this, even if all the Night Watchmen came, they probably couldn't win, right?
Were we... going to die?
Wouldn't Commander Lin feel despair when he saw this scene...?
I don't know whether he feels despair or not. I just think his back looks so lonely...
Comment after comment streamed across the screen. Su Zhe stared blankly at the crimson