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If death is inevitable, what's the point in struggling to live?
Wang Tao frowned slightly as he looked at Yang Changhong, whose eyes were gradually becoming vacant.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I just feel... so powerless."
Yang Changhong let out a bitter laugh.
"Powerless?"
Wang Tao didn't know if he had demoralized her; after all, normal people don't have the luxury to think about these things when just staying alive is an accomplishment!
Wang Tao guessed that Yang Changhong must be feeling a sense of powerlessness after seeing the strength of the Night Demons.
He patted Yang Changhong's shoulder.
"Don't lose heart. Zombies may be strong, but we humans are not weak either—we have intelligence. Haven't you seen things like inhibitors, mechanical arms, and the like? Even at the end of the world, we humans have not given up. I believe that in the end, victory will certainly belong to us!"
