From Xie Chun's tone, it was obvious he had no intention of fighting another group battle. For one thing, there was no time to mobilize troops. For another, even if the Guard Camp and Blade Camp came, it was hard to say whether they could take Panshi Ridge, but heavy casualties were certain.
The Black Tiger Camp was gone, but he could raise another force like that in ten days or half a month. If the Guard Camp truly suffered heavy losses and was wiped out, however, replenishing it would be far more difficult. If it were crippled or even annihilated, it would be almost impossible to rebuild.
If even the Guard Camp were gone, Xie Chun would be a commander with no troops. Any talk of an empire would be a joke. He would be little different from Murong Fu, sitting atop a grave and declaring himself emperor.
But this battle still had to be fought.
The few death soldiers naturally knew what Xie Chun was thinking. They knew Master Xie would definitely continue the fight. Since he was not mobilizing the Guard Camp and Blade Camp, he must be planning to enter the fray personally.
"Master Xie, if you aren't mobilizing the Guard Camp and Blade Camp, the few of us are willing to charge into battle for you."
"That's right. As long as you get us into Panshi Ridge Village, we'll definitely find a way to turn defeat into victory."
Although these men knew that Panshi Ridge concealed countless experts and that this group of opponents was the greatest trouble they had ever encountered, as powerful Awakeners, they possessed a confidence unique to themselves.
Xie Chun did not doubt their loyalty or eagerness to fight.
Still, he waved his hand. "This damned place is extraordinary. The few