If one had to do it themself, the pain would definitely be several times, ten times more.
Many people wouldn't find it difficult to kill someone, but to kill themselves was a difficult psychological struggle.
To dismember oneself, how ruthless must one's heart be? How strong must one's will be?
129,600 blades was simply an impossible mission.
Hiss!
When those words reached the city walls, countless soldiers could not help but gasp. How was it a normal gamble? It was a gamble with one's life. It was the bloodiest and cruelest way.
"It's not fair!" Zhou Qing took a deep breath and continued, "Mr. Clown, the monster army on your side has no fear at all. They have no fear of death. They don't even fear pain or injury. They don't even have any feelings. On our side, we are living people. We have emotions and desires. We can feel fear. I don't think this kind of unfair bet is fair."
