"And with your abilities, you can't keep going all out like this more than a few times."
Xie Ying's voice was quiet, but her words carried a calm rationality. Her gaze slowly swept over everyone present. Even with her impaired hearing, she needed no one to explain anything; observation alone let her quickly grasp the situation. Her expression was serious, her brows slightly furrowed, as though she were weighing everyone's condition and judging how much longer they could hold out.
The meat cleaver on the floor still glimmered with residual electricity, its blade giving off a faint, cold silver sheen. The scorched smell left by the earlier strikes lingered in the air. Without hesitation, Xie Ying stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the heavy weapon.
It was a hefty weapon. Just three swings had left Xiang Feiyu's arm numb, even his knuckles turning white around the handle. Yet in Xie Ying's hands, the cleaver seemed to weigh nothing at all. With a slight lift, she settled it securely in her grasp, her movement as smooth and effortless as picking up a sheet of paper that had fluttered to the floor.
Her gaze lowered slightly, and her voice grew quieter with it. "How long have we survived in this game now? Four hours? Five? In any case, for a seventy-two-hour survival mission, everything has only just begun. But attacks from Strange Creatures are already becoming frequent. We don't have much time left. We have to do something."
"I can't hear you anyway, so there's no need for anyone to offer an opinion. Just listen quietly until I'm finished." Xie Ying's expression was so earnest that the others found themselves at a loss for words.
Her tone was matter-of-fact, even carrying a hint of taking it all for granted, as though