There were so many people in front of him.
Nearly a million people grouped together, the pressure was akin to tens of thousands of lions standing together.
Kerr Cowell couldn't discern how many people were in front of him, only a sea of people densely packed before his gaze.
And after Kerr Cowell's words dropped,
"Carve out our revenge!!!"
These human players, their faces filled with fervor, rushed towards the light door that Kerr Cowell pointed at. Such a huge, dense crowd, and not a trampling accident happened ─ something of a miracle really.
All of them charged towards that one light door.
Right now, they needed a war to wash away their pent-up anguish.
As a matter of fact,
If nearly a million human players all poured into a Mechanical Race City, perhaps initially the city could resist with its firepower. But it wouldn't be too long before this Mechanical Race City would be cracked open.
These people were not powerless civilians.
