William looked at Qian Wendao on the screen. "What do you mean? I'm not sure I understand."
Qian Wendao's gaze was calm. "Do you think I'd go so unhesitatingly to my death if I weren't absolutely certain?"
"Qian Wendao, in this world, the living will always control everything. The dead have no say. You're still alive. Don't indulge in fantasies about what will happen after your death."
"William, I don't know why you're trying to persuade me. Surely I know a little more than you do about the situation in my own Safe Zone?"
William offered no further argument.
Indeed, he had nothing left to argue.
Qian Wendao continued, "I will never agree to let you kill over a hundred thousand people. This isn't buying groceries. You can't haggle the price down by half. Every single life is one I must save. There will be no compromise, no concessions."
"Either trade my life for everyone's lives, or we keep fighting! Let's see how many zones you can conquer!"
"True."
Once again, Qian Wendao's words left William frustrated.
But before he could respond, Qian Wendao continued, "William, I know why you want to kill them."
"You Invaders are rejected by this territory of our Safe Zone. Not only do you suffer serious injuries when crossing River Ridge, but you're also severely weakened when facing the Gods near us, to the point that you're no match even for ordinary Sequence Ability Users. Those of us born here, however, suffer no such effects."
"You possess some sinister skill that lets you turn human corpses into protective gear, counteracting the territory's rejection so you can enter our Safe Zone without trouble. Although protective gear made from these corpses won't let you fight the Gods with ease, it's still better than losing men along the