"You too."
Mo Li's two calm sentences left Rimuru speechless.
Hearing Mo Li's refusal, Shuna, Shion, and the others, who had been pleading moments ago, showed a flicker of disappointment in their eyes and retreated helplessly.
At this moment, no one noticed that Mo Li, who was usually so composed and inscrutable, as though nothing could ever shake him, had set down the teacup he rarely let leave his hand and was staring intently at the footage on the large screen.
Even his hand behind his back, hidden from everyone's view, had clenched tightly into a fist.
Just as everyone was deeply worried about Xiao.
At this moment.
Great Underground Labyrinth, Ninetieth Floor.
Inside the floor boss's room.
Xiao was indeed as everyone in the Demon Country Federation had imagined—his body had reached its so-called limit.
Or rather, both Xiao's body and mind had reached their so-called limits.
Xiao's slightly short, five-foot-three frame was covered in wounds of every size. There were minor cuts, but also fatal penetrating injuries scattered across his body.
Blood dripped from Xiao's wounds, running down his skin and splashing onto the ground.
Xiao's entire body was likewise drenched in crimson blood. If anyone stood before him, they would undoubtedly smell the pungent stench of blood clinging to him.
Xiao's pale golden eyes were half-closed. Or perhaps he no longer even had the strength to lift his eyelids.
It was that extreme.
In contrast, under Xiao's relentless slaughter, the Imperial Army's original force of one hundred thousand mechanized modified soldiers had dwindled to fewer than thirty thousand.
Moreover, the remaining thirty thousand soldiers had all suffered injuries to varying degrees. Every Imperial soldier was panting heavily, clearly having expended a great deal as well.
But none of that was the most serious problem. The worst part