Chapter 132 It's Just Murder, Why Think so Much

Enemies kept coming like a tide. Even when faced with such a desperate scene, Fang Xiu remained calm, as if nothing in the world could move him.

Desperate? Fear?

He had already thrown away this useless thing.

When he was killed eighteen times in a row, and no matter what he did, he could not stop being killed, he understood that despair and fear were just the jokes of the enemy.

Fang Xiu stood on the eaves, with the blood moon hanging high above his head. He stared at the tens of thousands of slaves with deep eyes, and said calmly: "I have seen the future, and I will win this battle."

His calm words were like a shot in the arm, injected into everyone's hearts.

The people who were originally in a state of decline were refreshed, and powerful power burst out from their bodies that were about to run out of fuel.

A new round of killing has officially begun.

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

"Keep it up and we'll win!"

This is the power of hope. People have potential, especially under the light of hope, their potential will explode greatly.

No one doubts Fang Xiu's words, because along the way, the accuracy of his predictions has been proven many times. If he said that he saw the future, he must have seen the future.

He said this battle must be won, so he will definitely win!

Everyone has already developed a blind trust in Fang Xiu.

However, in fact, Fang Xiu lied to them.

He did not see the future. With the absolute numerical gap, this was a gap that could not be bridged no matter how many times he died.

No matter how many times you rewind after death, it will at best make you more proficient in killing slaves and save more effort.

But the problem is, even if you only need one point of strength to kill a slave, what if you have 10,000 points of strength? The guile slaves still couldn't be killed.

The reason why Fang Xiu lied to them was just to give them some illusory hope, let them burst out with their final fighting strength, drain all their potential, and delay for some more time.

He is waiting for an opportunity to turn the situation around!

Calculating the time, it should be almost there.

Encouraged by Fang Xiu, everyone continued to fight bloody battles, but hope was just hope after all. It could not be transformed into physical strength or spirituality.

As time continued to pass, finally, everyone's spirituality basically bottomed out, and they began to fight hand-to-hand with the slaves.

But hand-to-hand combat is the strength of the slaves. Even with the advantage of a roof, they can't stand against so many enemies. On average, one person has to face the attack of more than a dozen slaves.

The odds of winning are getting lower and lower, and everyone's chances of survival are getting smaller and smaller.

"Fang team, where is the future!" Someone shouted while resisting the attack of more than a dozen slaves.

"The future is in your own hands. I said that this battle will be won, but I did not say that people will not die. If you cannot survive until victory comes, you can only blame yourselves."

"What!"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but become ruthless and attack with all their might.

No one wants to fall before victory.

But often, the darkest night is just before the dawn.

Not long after, screams came.

I saw a spiritual master being bitten on the arm by a slave. He let out a scream and slashed with his knife, but the pain made him slow in action. Before he could cut it down, another slave had already bitten him. On his knife arm.

More and more slaves were swamping him, and there were more and more wounds on his body.

He was about to be dragged into the group of slaves and die completely.

At this time, a strand of silver hair fell from the sky and pulled him out.

However, even so, his limbs were broken and blood was flowing everywhere. It was obvious that he would not live long.

"Team Fang, help me, I don't want to die!" the man begged frantically.

However, Fang Xiu just calmly threw him a bronze candlestick.

"You will die soon, so before you die, light the bronze candlestick with your blood."

The man's eyes turned red instantly: "What are you talking about! Instead of saving me, you asked me to save you with my blood? What the hell are you dreaming about! Let's die together..."

Before he could finish his words, several silver hairs were already connected to his body, controlling him firmly.

The bronze candlestick was lit, and the pale green candlelight illuminated the night sky.

Everyone quickly shrank under the candlelight. Countless slaves were blocked from the candlelight, and the sound of corrosion continued to sound.

Under this man's desperate blood, everyone finally had a chance to breathe.

"Fang Xiu! You don't deserve to die!" The man yelled.

Fang Xiu ignored him and sat calmly to rest.

Some people looked intolerable, while others sneered: "You won't survive anyway, so you might as well use your remaining energy."

"You are so fart! Don't be proud, I am the one who dies now, and you will be the next one!

Do you think Fang Xiu, an inhumane guy, would light a bronze candlestick by himself? You are all lamp oil in his eyes! "

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts were suddenly filled with a layer of gloom.

Admittedly, what he said was right. With Fang Xiu's ruthlessness, he would definitely continue to control others to light the candlesticks. In Fang Xiu's eyes, everyone was just a guarantee of survival time.

At this time, one of the most seriously injured spiritual masters thought gloomily, among the people present, I am the most seriously injured, so it will definitely be my turn next.

Fang Xiu is a cold-blooded person who treats people as tools. From the fact that he controlled the corpses of his teammates to light candlesticks, it can be seen that this person's way of thinking is to maximize profits.

I am the most seriously injured and have the lowest combat power at this time. In Fang Xiu's eyes, I have become a worthless tool, so he will definitely choose me next.

Once he speaks first, the others will be afraid of death and no one will object. Then I will definitely die.

No, I must strike first!

Thinking of this, the malice in his eyes has almost materialized.

In fact, even he himself did not notice that his thoughts have become more and more extreme and more and more malicious, and he has been close to losing control of his spirit.

The spirit masters are such an unstable group, just like mental patients. They may be fine at ordinary times, but once they are stimulated, they are very likely to get sick.

While Fang Xiu is resting, I can sneak attack him to death. He will never think that there will be internal strife in the team at this critical moment.

But, if I kill Fang Xiu, will it cause public anger?

Thinking of this, he hesitated again, but if Fang Xiu didn't die, he would definitely die, or if he didn't kill Fang Xiu and sneak attack others, as long as someone died, Fang Xiu would definitely use the dead person to take over.

Swish!

A silver light flashed.

The man's thoughts came to an abrupt halt, as a sharp scalpel was already inserted into his neck.

His eyes were suddenly fixed on Fang Xiu in disbelief, and he could never have imagined that Fang Xiu would attack him in advance.

And just as he was fading from consciousness, Fang Xiu's calm words rang in his ears: "It's just killing someone, why think so much."