"Not that you thought you could win, but that you never considered losing?"
Dang Zhixian's voice trembled slightly as he repeated the sentence in a daze. It seemed to run completely counter to the deeply ingrained beliefs of their race.
Ever since they participated in their first game, every member of the foreign races had had an unwavering goal carved into their hearts:
Win! Before setting out, they had been told again and again how devastating the consequences of defeat would be. It would be a disaster their entire race could not bear, so they had to defeat humanity. It was the mission they carried on their shoulders.
But no one had ever told them that there was such a concept as "never considering losing."
These simple words contained an entirely different spiritual realm—a confidence and fearlessness that went deep into one's bones, creating a fundamental distinction.
In this regard, Earth's humanity was already far ahead, leaving them far behind.
"Let me guess. Now that you've broken through Mingsha Valley, you should finally be unable to hold back and are about to make your move, right?"
At that moment, the wind and sand howled in the distance, sweeping up clouds of dust like a yellow dragon churning between heaven and earth.
Bai Jian licked his dry lips, his voice hoarse yet resolute.
In the past, Mingsha Valley had been an extremely important strategic location for the foreign races. Once Mingsha Valley was breached, their logistical supply routes would be directly exposed to threats, and all the foreign races stationed in the Hundred Severed Mountain Range would be plunged into a shortage of supplies.
But now, the appearance of the Rule Book had changed everything. It had confiscated all the players' supplies, and neither humans nor the foreign races had been