Mo Huasong sneered, "Do you think because you're about to die, you don't want to fight anymore? Are you still human? To be bullied by these fierce beasts?"
"I, I—," the cultivator was at a loss for words.
"Even if we are to die, we must die like humans. What does it amount to if you're bullied by a group of fierce beasts?" Mo Huasong continued, "At a time like this, don't you want to resist? I tell you, if you don't resist, you will surely die. But if we resist, we still have a glimmer of hope."
Someone quietly said, "His strength is strong; he might survive, but we might not."
Mo Huasong glanced at the person and said indifferently, "You are right. If I wanted to leave this place, with my strength, I could charge out, and those fierce beasts wouldn't be able to stop me. They wouldn't send ten thousand or a few thousand fierce beasts to chase after me because it would be a loss for them."
