"Right, allowing the enemy to capture one or two of us was part of the strategy, but..." Zheng muttered under his breath.
"However, if they're too weak, killing a few of them right here as a deterrent is also a way to protect our team members. I never said we couldn't fight back. We'll let one or two of them escape when the time comes; the rest don't need to leave. They'll all stay here."
"Because of the pathetic situation Xuan and Hong Lu set up, you're feeling pretty stifled, huh?" Cheng Xiao chuckled beside him.
Zheng didn't reply, merely drawing his Tiger Soul Blade and swinging it in his hand. His frustrated expression clearly showed Cheng Xiao had struck a nerve. This horror world was not his stage; it was a battlefield for the strategists of three teams. Whether it was him, the rest of Team China, Team East Sea, or even his clones, they were merely pawns in the conflict between these teams of sages. If it were just that, it would be one thing, but...
