"Anyone thinking of self-destructing, shut the hell up!"
Qin Shaofeng said with a helplessly bitter smile in his eyes, "This is merely the trial of this stage. Whether it was the warriors killed earlier or your injuries and disabilities, they are all just illusions. But if you self-destruct, that will probably be real."
"Save thoughts like that for when you truly face the Ghost Corpse Race. There is no need for them now."
"Remember, this is a trial, an exercise. Whoever the hell actually gets themselves killed is not brave, but stupid."
After saying that, he returned to his original position once more.
Yet his words truly awakened those lost in a dream.
The injured and disabled warriors immediately put aside thoughts of self-destruction.
Yet they still climbed the city wall one after another and began their battle against the Ghost Corpse Slaves.
Just as Qin Shaofeng had said.
They might truly have met the requirements of this trial stage.
But was that enough?
No! It was not enough!
They clearly could do better. Why should they fall here?
The will to fight might not change a war, but it could often create miracles.
The arrival of the injured and disabled warriors immediately made the battle even more brutal.
A battle that should have ended within one shichen.
Was forcibly dragged on by this group of injured and disabled warriors.
And by the time they were all killed, the others had finally recovered some of their fighting strength.
"Everyone, engage the enemy!"
Amid the burly man's shout, those who had long since stopped dividing into groups collectively drew their weapons and began fighting the Ghost Corpse Slaves.
Even the more than two hundred girls in the final group joined the battle. Not one of them showed even the slightest fear.