Chen Changan's words left everyone in the Wandering Dragon Alliance stunned.
Qi Heli also stared at Chen Changan in astonishment, completely unable to understand what he was doing.
It was one thing not to comfort them, but was there really any need to say such things to provoke them?
"What?"
"Do you think my words are harsh?"
"But harsh words are still better than losing your lives."
"Have you become a little swollen with pride because your cultivation has improved so much?"
"Do you think that because I deal with ferocious beasts so easily every time, you can do the same?"
"Remember this: I am me, and you are you."
"Your fighting spirit and your will to fight are both good things."
"But you have wrongly underestimated your own strength."
"Tell me, if we hadn't been here, would you have had any chance of winning this battle?"
"Would you... have had any chance of surviving?"
"Not everyone can avoid paying the price for their arrogance. That requires absolute strength."
"Tell me, what is the most important thing you should be doing?"
Chen Changan's words silenced everyone, because he had hit the nail on the head. During this period, they had indeed grown somewhat swollen with pride.
They had felt that ferocious beasts were nothing more than this, so not a single person had been afraid this time, nor had anyone shrunk from battle.
That spirit was good, but they had overlooked one thing: their own strength was not enough to support it.
What was the most important thing they should be doing now? Blindly fighting?
No. It was to improve their own strength, to survive—to make sure they stayed alive.
Only by living could there be hope. Only then could the Human Race have a future.
Needless sacrifices were often