Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Enemies kept coming like a flood, but Fang Xiu stayed calm, as if nothing in the world could shake him.

Despair? Fear? He had thrown away such useless things long ago.

After being killed eighteen times in a row by his wife, he realized that despair and fear were just jokes to the enemy.

Fang Xiu stood on the rooftop, under the blood moon, looking deeply at the thousands of Specter Slaves.

He calmly said, "I have seen the future. We will win this battle.

His calm words were like a strong tonic, injecting strength into everyone's hearts. The people, who were losing hope, suddenly found new strength in their exhausted bodies. The new round of fighting started.

"Fight!"

"Defeat them!"

"Hold on, and we will win!"

This is the power of hope.nove(l)bi(n.)com

People have potential, especially under the light of hope; their potential can burst out greatly.

Nobody doubted Fang Xiu's words because his predictions had been proven right many times before. If he said he saw the future, then he must have seen it. If he said they would win, then they would surely win!

Everyone had absolute trust in Fang Xiu. However, Fang Xiu had lied to them. He hadn't seen the future.

With the vast difference in numbers, no amount of "resetting" could change the outcome.

Resetting only made them more skilled and efficient at killing Specter Slaves. However, even if it took very little effort to kill one, theyd never be able to defeat an endless number.

Fang Xiu lied just to give them false hope, to make them fight harder, using up all their potential to buy some time. He was waiting for a chance to turn the tide.

"Fang Xiu, Ill see you in hell!" he cursed loudly.

Fang Xiu ignored him and just sat down to rest. Some looked sympathetic, while others sneered, "Since you're going to die anyway, your death might as well be useful."

"You're talking nonsense! Don't be so proud, I'm dying now, but you'll be next! Do you think Fang Xiu, this heartless guy, would light the candlestick himself? In his eyes, you're all just fuel!"

This made everyone uneasy. Indeed, he was right. Given Fang Xiu's ruthlessness, he would continue to use others to light the candlestick. To Fang Xiu, they were just a means to buy more time.

At that moment, a severely injured psychic thought grimly that he was the most injured and would be next.

Fang Xiu was cold-blooded and treated people as tools. His previous actions of using a teammate's dying body to light the candlestick showed he would always think of ways to maximize benefits.

Being the weakest and most injured, the injured guy knew he was now a worthless tool to Fang Xiu, so he would be the next choice. If Fang Xiu spoke first, no one would oppose him because they all feared death.

The guy knew hed be dead if he didnt do something. He couldn't let that happen. He had to act first. With that thought, malice filled his eyes, almost tangible.

The psychic himself didn't realize his thoughts were becoming more extreme and filled with malevolence. He almost lost control of his Spiritual Energy.

Psychics are such an unstable group, akin to mental patients; they might be fine usually, but any extreme stimulus could trigger an episode.

While Fang Xiu was resting, the psychic thought he could sneak up on him and kill him. Fang Xiu wouldn't expect the guys internal conflict during such a crisis.

_'But, if I kill Fang Xiu, will it anger the others?'_

The guy hesitated, yet knowing that if Fang Xiu didn't die, he surely would.

_'Or, instead of killing Fang Xiu, I can attack someone else. If someone dies, Fang Xiu will surely use the death to his advantage.'_

Suddenly, there was a flash of silver. His thoughts were abruptly cut off as a sharp scalpel was plunged into his neck. His eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Fang Xiu. He still found it hard to believe that Fang Xiu would strike him first.

As he was on the brink of death, Fang Xiu's calm voice echoed in his ears, 'Its just killing. No need to think twice.'"