"Just how many Ghost Corpse Slaves are there? The number of Ghost Corpse Slaves they have slain these past days has probably exceeded thirty million, hasn't it?"
"Not probably—absolutely."
"Over thirty million Ghost Corpse Slaves in ten days... It is hard to imagine they accomplished all this without much battlefield experience, and even without anyone commanding them at the beginning."
"Ten days... It seems they have reached their limit as well."
One person sighed and said, "Have you noticed that the little girls from the useless team have been going up onto the walls more and more often lately?"
"You still call them the useless team?"
"Indeed. What those little girls have done means they can no longer be called that."
"They are all under thirteen years old!"
The words spoken by so many people at once immediately made the old face of the man who had spoken earlier flush red.
Zhang Hong interrupted them then, saying, "Mouse was indeed wrong, but there is one thing he did not get wrong. There are not many resources left in the city, and their conditions have all fallen to the absolute limit. If the Ghost Corpse Slaves continue pouring in without end, they probably will not be able to hold on for another two days."
The expressions of those who had just been discussing the matter instantly turned grave.
This was merely the Hidden Star Chaos checkpoint. The trial given to the natives of Hidden Star Chaos would not inflict genuine casualties upon them.
Yet even so, it made them extremely anxious.
"Two days at most?"
The corners of Zhan Cangkong's lips lifted slightly. "In my view, they can continue defending for at least another three to five days."
"What?"
Everyone was stunned.
They simply could not imagine how an obvious fact