The enemy surged in like a tide, but even in the face of such a desperate scene, Fang Xiu remained calm, as if nothing in the world could move him anymore.
Despair? Fear?
He had long since discarded such useless things.
When he was killed eighteen times in a row, and nothing he did could stop him from being killed, he realized that despair and fear were nothing more than a joke to the enemy.
Fang Xiu stood on the roof, the blood moon hanging high above his head. He gazed intently at the tens of thousands of demon slaves and said calmly, "I have seen the future. This battle will surely be won."
His calm words acted like a powerful stimulant, instilling strength in everyone's hearts.
The group, who had been on the verge of collapse, suddenly perked up, and their bodies, which were on the verge of exhaustion, once again burst forth with powerful energy.
A new round of killings has officially begun.
"kill!"
"Kill them!"
"Keep going and we'll win!"
This is the power of hope. Humans have potential, and this potential will explode when illuminated by hope.
No one doubted Fang Xiu's words, because along the way, his predictions had been proven accurate many times. If he said he saw the future, then he must have seen the future.
He said he was determined to win this battle, and he was certain to win!
The crowd had already developed a blind trust in Fang Xiu.
However, in reality, Fang Xiu had deceived them.
He couldn't see the future; with such an absolute numerical disparity, it was a gap that could never be bridged no matter how many times the game was rewound.
Even if you die and reload multiple times, at most you'll become more skilled at killing the monster slaves and it will be easier for you.
The problem is, even if you only need a fraction of your strength to kill a single demon slave, what if you have a million times the strength? You still can't kill all the demon slaves.
Fang Xiu deceived them only to give them some vague hope, to make them unleash their last bit of fighting power, to squeeze out all their potential, and to buy them more time.
He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to turn the tide!
Judging by the time, it should be about time.
Encouraged by Fang Xiu, the group fought fiercely, but hope was ultimately just hope; it could not be transformed into physical strength or spirituality.
As time went on, everyone's spirituality was finally depleted, and they began to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the demon slaves.
Melee combat is the forte of the demon slaves. Even with the advantage of the rooftop, they cannot withstand the large number of enemies. On average, each person has to face the attacks of more than a dozen demon slaves.
The odds of winning are getting lower and lower, and everyone's chances of survival are getting smaller and smaller.
"Squadron, where is the future?!" someone shouted while bracing against the attack of more than a dozen demonic slaves.
"The future is in your own hands. I said that we will win this battle, but I never said that no one will die. If you can't live to see the victory, you can only blame yourselves."
"What!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd became even more determined and attacked with all their might.
Nobody wants to fall before victory.
But often, the darkest night is just before the dawn breaks.
Not long after, screams were heard.
One of the spirit masters was bitten on the arm by a ghost slave. He let out a scream and swung his sword, but the pain slowed his movements. Before he could strike, another ghost slave had already bitten his arm where he was holding the sword.
More and more demonic slaves overwhelmed him, and his wounds multiplied.
He was about to be dragged into the group of demonic slaves and die.
Just then, a strand of silver hair fell from the sky and yanked him out.
Even so, his limbs were already mangled and bleeding profusely, so he clearly wouldn't live much longer.
"Squad leader, save me, I don't want to die!" the man pleaded frantically.
However, Fang Xiu simply tossed him a bronze candlestick.
“You will die soon, so before you die, light the bronze candlestick with your blood.”
The man's eyes instantly turned bloodshot: "What did you say! You won't save me, but instead you want me to save you with my blood? You're dreaming! If we're going to die, we'll die together..."
Before he could finish speaking, several strands of silver hair had already connected to his body, firmly controlling him.
The bronze candlesticks were lit, and the pale green candlelight illuminated the night sky.
The crowd quickly shrank under the candlelight, keeping countless demonic slaves outside the light, while the sizzling sound of corrosion continued to ring out.
With this man recklessly spilling blood, everyone finally had a chance to catch their breath.
"Fang Xiu! You'll die a horrible death!" the man cursed.
Fang Xiu ignored him and calmly sat down to rest.
Some people looked reluctant to see you suffer, while others sneered: "Since you're not going to live anyway, you might as well make the most of your remaining energy."
"You're talking nonsense! Don't be so smug, I'm the one who's dying now, and you'll be next!"
Do you really think Fang Xiu, that heartless bastard, would light the bronze candlestick himself? To him, you're all just lamp oil!
These words cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.
Admittedly, he is right. Given Fang Xiu's ruthlessness, he will definitely continue to manipulate others to light the candlesticks. In Fang Xiu's eyes, everyone is nothing more than a guarantee to buy time to survive.
At this moment, one of the most seriously injured spirit masters thought with a gloomy expression, "Among everyone present, I am the most seriously injured, so I will definitely be next."
Fang Xiu is a cold-blooded and ruthless man who treats people as mere tools. This can be seen from his previous manipulation of his teammates' corpses to light candlesticks. His way of thinking is to maximize his own interests.
At this moment, I was the most seriously injured and the weakest in combat. In Fang Xiu's eyes, I had become a worthless tool, so he would inevitably choose me next.
Once he speaks first, everyone else is a coward who fears death, and no one will object. Then I will surely die.
No, I must strike first!
Thinking this way, the malice in his eyes had almost materialized.
Even he himself didn't realize that his thoughts were becoming increasingly extreme and malicious, and he was close to losing spiritual control.
Spirit Masters are such an unstable group, much like mental patients. They may be fine most of the time, but once they are stimulated, they are very likely to have an attack.
While Fang Xiu is resting, I can easily ambush and kill him. He would never have imagined that there would be infighting within the team at such a critical moment.
But if I kill Fang Xiu, won't that cause public outrage?
Thinking of this, he hesitated again. If Fang Xiu didn't die, he would surely die. Or, if he didn't kill Fang Xiu but ambushed someone else, as long as someone died, Fang Xiu would definitely use that person to take their place.
Whoosh!
A flash of silver light.
The man's thoughts came to an abrupt halt as a sharp scalpel was already inserted into his neck.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Fang Xiu, never expecting that Fang Xiu would attack him beforehand.
Just as he was losing consciousness, Fang Xiu's calm words rang in his ears: "It's just killing someone, why think so much about it?"
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