Is He Afraid of Me, or Afraid of Drawing Near to Truth?

On the other side.

After the vast majority of the cannon fodder had died beneath the tentacles, the players remaining in the enormous Experiment Field began converging toward a certain direction one after another.

The players who had managed to hold out this long in the area were no amateurs. Soon, by observing the direction in which the tentacle clusters surged, they discovered that there was actually a safe point within the Experiment Field.

This also meant that some players had already formed an effective force amid the crisis and begun resisting the danger together. Thus, the scattered players began desperately rushing toward that direction, hoping to find somewhere to catch their breath before they were completely exhausted.

Under the pressure of the situation, Mo Li's team grew larger and larger. The number of players had reached a level sufficient to hold the position with extremely low expenditure.

Of course, Big Cat was still the main force of the defense. She alone withstood ninety percent of the assault, even trading blows with the overwhelming waves of tentacles. The players in the position mainly served as support, quickly "cleaning her wounds." However, as the number of Singers continued to increase, their unified hymns and blessings gradually became enough to counter the evil creature's muttering whispers.

But achieving this balance was not something that could be accomplished by merely piling up numbers. At the very least, the team could not do without a commander who was clear-minded, sharp, decisive, and skilled at coordination.

And that commander was still Mo Li.

In fact, whether it was Mo Li or Cheng Shi, as players standing at the forefront of their respective paths of faith, even without Big Cat's protection, they could never have been directly killed here by 0221. They would either revive somewhere