"Fourteenth tier."
The voice that suddenly cut in rang out like a thunderclap.
Everyone seemed to freeze. After staring blankly for a long moment, they turned toward the source of the voice in existential disbelief: Gou Xiangwang, the Minister of the White Tiger Division, who looked every bit like a hardworking farmer.
"What the hell?"
"Four-what?"
"What tier?"
Each was more bewildered and dumbfounded than the last.
After a stretch of deathly silence, the people who had turned into stone statues slowly came back to their senses. Or perhaps they hadn't, and their brains had simply chosen to protect themselves.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have looked more idiotic than the next.
Ye Buyu covered her ears. "Hehe, as long as I can't hear it, I don't know about it."
The other five were also sinking into despair.
Wan Lan's voice drifted unsteadily, as though she were breathing her last.
"I'm only sixth tier, not sixteenth tier!"
Kou Ying swallowed. "Well... we really can't beat that."
"Not even close. That thing could use us as punching bags." Su Wuwei frowned with a bitter smile.
Even Lou Guanshan felt a little suffocated. "I don't think we can take that much punishment."
Mu Bingge had nothing to say. Closing her eyes was her last act of defiance.
The six of them were going mad. Why did they, at sixth tier, have to face such a horrifying truth?
Elementary school kids couldn't fight hitmen!
Gou Xiangwang heaved a long sigh, pushed away Zhang Yuanjing's face as he leaned closer, and closed his hanging jaw.
"Don't look at me like that. The fourteenth-tier Calamity [War] isn't some secret. At least, it's famous in the world beyond the door. It's not hard to hear about it."
He stood up and spoke solemnly. "Let me make this clear