The moment a leader showed the slightest fear, those beneath him would magnify it into panic.
At the Battle of Fei River, Xie Anshi had maintained an air of composure as he played chess, even if he had to feign it, for precisely the same reason.
"Whatever's inside probably has little strength left. All it can do is try to frighten us again and again. If I'm right, once we kill it, we'll be able to leave the Spirit World," Tang Changsheng said calmly.
"I'll lead the attack," Tang Changsheng said coldly. "You only need to support me. Above all, don't panic. If we kill this thing and make it back alive, our points will be so high that no one will be able to match us!"
Everyone nodded. Anything capable of creating a Spirit World this vast had to be an extraordinarily powerful Ghost God, one possessing at least Golden Divine Power.
If they could kill an opponent of that level, even one weakened to its last breath, they would earn an unimaginable number of points—more than enough to guarantee them a place in the true Immortal Sect Trial.
With just a few words, he had roused their spirits to their peak. They answered in unison, "We'll follow your orders!"
Shouting together, they rounded the final bend and entered a vast cavern.
A Giant Python lay on the ground, covered in wounds. So much blood flowed from them that it nearly flooded the cavern floor. That alone showed how enormous the Giant Python was!
More importantly, the Giant Python's injuries were far worse than they had imagined. It barely had the strength to coil into the Serpent Formation. Even when it saw Tang Changsheng and the others approach, it could only flick its tongue at them in warning.
"Kill