Determination
Li Bai glanced over the map spread across the table and the little objects arranged on it. Without the slightest hesitation, he said, "I'll set out tomorrow morning and take a look inside."
"It's too dangerous. We haven't reduced the number of zombies below a safe threshold yet."
The Saint of Witchcraft, Konaukuwi, spoke up in opposition.
Taking people to their deaths was already a major taboo, and they weren't even prepared yet.
There was a considerable chance that a transcendent afflicted with the Ghoul Curse would become an even more terrifying Mutated Zombie.
If someone like Li Bai became a zombie and then mutated, the consequences would be unimaginable.
If the outbreak spread outside, the Saint's Association probably wouldn't be able to stop it. There was no doubt the whole organization would collapse.
"I'll go with you!"
The prehistoric hero Enmenam, however, volunteered to join him and face the danger together.
"Both of you, calm down. Please, stay calm and think this through."
The Saint of Weapons drew a sharp breath. The Saint's Association simply couldn't afford such a heavy price.
"Don't worry. I'll be careful. Maybe the Ghoul Curse won't affect me."
Li Bai shook his head. He had made up his mind, and no amount of opposition would change it.
The Ghoul Curse on one side and the Armored Nightmare on the other—put those two together, and the result wouldn't be two. It would be a million, ten million, a hundred million.
Unless he kept a close eye on things himself, Li Bai couldn't possibly feel at ease.
Besides, a Biological Combat Weapon like the Armored Nightmare was highly suspicious. It was probably closely connected to the Outer Heavenly Evil God's mysterious disappearance.
If he could, Li Bai would gladly slaughter all twenty-seven Armored Nightmares, even