Those "bastards" they had silently mourned countless times in the dead of night, whom they had thought they could only ever see again in their memories, were standing before them alive and well.
All the trainees from the Snow Valley Training Camp froze.
Their racing minds could not piece together a reasonable explanation. Everything they had known their entire lives seemed pale and powerless at that moment.
Seeing the familiar teasing smile on Li Zheng's face, Ghost Eye's heart clenched violently, as if an invisible hand had seized it in a death grip. Even his blood seemed to freeze.
He instinctively opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out.
His throat felt blocked by an invisible barrier, allowing only faint, choked sounds to escape. Something glistened in his reddening eyes.
"What's wrong? What's all this? You're about to cry, aren't you?"
"Hahaha, don't cry! We've all come back to life. You should be happy for us!"
"Are your emotions surging? All mixed up? Can't believe it, and feel like you're dreaming?"
"Don't doubt it. We're back to life! Hahaha!"
Listening to the Hardcore Grinders Group players' teasing, Ghost Eye and the others' eyes grew even redder.
They did not know what had happened, but they were certain this was no dream. Those bastards from the Player Race really had returned.
"Beat them up!" Ghost Eye suddenly roared, striking first.
The other trainees, from the Bronze Race, the Night Eagle Race, and elsewhere, followed suit, surrounding Li Zheng and the others and pummeling them with their fists.
"Holy shit, what's this supposed to mean? We gave our lives to save you, and this is how you repay us?"
"Good grief! Tongzi, are you trying to kill me to keep me quiet? Just say so if you don't