He grumbled, his gaze carrying a hint of heaviness.
"This isn't some ordinary mine for us to casually dig up!"
Tang San moved slightly.
He felt as though even his movements had become sluggish.
"This whole set of armor weighs at least fifty or sixty jin!"
Suo Ling frowned.
He felt a little uncomfortable.
Cai Bo also nodded in agreement.
They were all attack-type Soul Masters.
But wearing this armor made moving around inconvenient.
Mu Rong looked at him.
His expression remained unchanged.
Only a faint voice emerged.
"Old Cai, little brat."
"These are the protective suits we use to save our lives."
He looked at Cai Bo.
The armor was clearly designed for him.
Every movement was effortless, without the slightest hint of clumsiness.
"Though I haven't personally encountered it."
"I know that once we're on the battlefield, there's no chance of backing out."
"Like the Demon Blade—every one of them is a ruthless killer."
Mu Rong's voice was calm.
Yet he spoke with unquestionable certainty.
"On the battlefield, even a tiny mistake can cost you your life."
"Any moment of carelessness could spell your death."
Suo Ling and Cai Bo fell silent.
Though he was a Soul Sect, he had never truly experienced war.
What a real battlefield was like, he knew nothing about.
"Cough. Boss, you've certainly been through a lot."
Mu Rong smiled.
The tension in Suo Ling and Cai Bo's hearts eased a little.
His voice grew serious once more.
"Don't worry. The deputy commander has only just left."
"But every Soul Master who survives on the battlefield..."
"Has strength that ordinary Soul Masters can't compare with."
"And their mental fortitude is much stronger, too!"
A flash of light appeared in the eyes of the two men.
"That's exactly why I brought you here! To