"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million, hundred million, one billion, ten billion, one hundred billion..."
Yue Ling, the most lively of them all, let out a cry of surprise when she finished counting. "Thirty billion?"
That was right. Compared to the Huang Race's modest, unchanging three hundred million-plus, the rat race currently possessed over thirty-three billion in combat strength, and the remaining figures were still increasing by tens of thousands every second.
Everyone beside him turned to look at Xu Kun, unable to hide their concern.
Xu Kun raised a brow. "Why are you all looking at me? Has this little display already scared you?"
His face was as calm as a still lake, though thunder roared within his heart. Having weathered countless storms, Xu Kun remained exceptionally composed.
But not everyone had a heart as steady as Xu Kun's.
Mo Chou wore a bitter expression. "It's not that we're scared. It's just that against an enemy race with such enormous numbers, it won't be easy for our Huang Race to win this last-place elimination match..."
Judging from the numbers alone, it was more than just difficult—it was practically hell mode!
This was not merely a hundredfold difference in numbers. If it were three people against three hundred, anyone from the Huang Race would be confident enough to fight.
Thirty against three thousand would be manageable. Three hundred against thirty thousand would be no problem either...
But three hundred million against over thirty billion might appear to be the same ratio as three against three hundred, yet this was multiplication and division!
If it were addition and subtraction instead, the entire Huang Race put together would not even amount to a fraction of the rat race's numbers!
With such a disparity, anyone with a functioning