"Do you dare?" The leader in red, with a cold face, was about to take action to threaten, but was interrupted.
A little girl, only thirteen or fourteen years old in the large camp, sneered coldly, "Since we're forced into a dead end by you, why not fight to the death rather than allow you to pick us off one by one, dying in disgrace?
The other day, you concocted some random excuse to seriously injure my master uncle. He held back for the bigger picture, hoping that everyone could live peacefully for a few more days, and maybe even find other world fragments to survive.
Now, with no way out, even if my skills are lacking, I can take one or two of you down with me by self-destructing. At worst, I can seriously injure you!"
"Taking our concessions as your ability, you are overestimating yourselves."
"Don't you count the numbers? Even if we self-destruct one by one and take thirty-plus of you down, there'd still be nearly a hundred left."
